Saturday, December 17, 2011

In the land of ice,
It’s only me, hot.
Lot of thoughts,
Built in this heart.
Pots to be filled,
Most are spilled.
It’s all how u
Drill ur skill.
 Lands to mould
Without fertilizers & soldiers.
Tailor ur mind,
Failure will wind.
Success would give eyes to blind !

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