Proud he stands, alone
In the middle of the white glory, cold
Basking in the Sun's grace
Filled with pride he stands, higher
Grateful of the life
Bathing in his achievement
He stands there, regal
Joy and pain color his stance
Remembrance of the price of winning
There he stands, calm
Every fiber of his body pulse
Emanating the winner's loneliness
Friday, January 9
Lone Winner
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