How nice it feels,

To have the breeze

Kiss your face,

When you cross

The finishing line,

And win the race;

The champagne,

Medal and accolades,

That come in succession,

Add to your jubiliation.

It is a moment in time

That will forever after,

Be etched on your mind,

That moment sweet,

When you tasted victory.

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