Mesmerize by the level of aura, the beginning of layers of chroma…
It blaze intact whole day, success is on way…
A matter of second; reflects years of salutation…
Art of level, gesture of soul, pose reflection as whole…
Wishful wishes given to those who break stone by their own…
Higher judgment awaits little more; little more quench take you to goal…
Zeal of infant to stand on his own, just that you need to take atlas on roll…
A theatre has been created, you have act a little like own…
Acme is apparent, roads are variant; choose the wiser to reach a little earlier…
Stoppage will come; gracefully let them polish you more…
Pace like you had never been before; reach the point to aghast the all…
Applause will come, tears will roll; Shine like man never losing the floor…
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A moving motivational mandate. Well done my friend!