Quiet waters, moonlit,
By white limbs briefly parted
Shattered, a black mirror split-
Diamonds born, the race is started.
Dark mornings, smeared
With fallen clouds, foggy, still,
Interrupted only by our geared
Traversing, cycling uphill.
Spirit born across the earth,
Foot by foot, each pain ignored
Exhilarating, movement’s worth
The body’s limit; mind, explored.
Too short a thrill, too short a rush,
Numbers left alone, to stand
Upon a podium of self. Blush,
For victory is grand.
Wind, water, air, both earth and sky
Conquered before dawn-
A champion can none deny,
This passion, triathlon.
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