Victory

August 16, 2015

It is such a feeling of elation

Of joy in your own creation

When your feet strike earth

Your lungs just fill with mirth

Speeding, as if on a wing

You'll hear the whole world sing

then your run gives to fatigue

Still wanting make the league

you stretch to reach for the tape

you fall for that one last take

then you reach the finish line

then you hear the wind chime

Victory rings out in your ear

Victory, you will ever hold dear.

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