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A poem about a rowing race in the Berlin Olympics 1936. |
| From humble beginnings Roots encumbered A history of struggles Hardships depicted Unpredictable patterns Streaks of vibrant colours Although fragile like cobwebs in the evening breeze, theirs was a poem of motion. A symphony of swinging In harmony, balance, and rhythm. As they reached for gold, the perfumed cedar, the spicy sweet aroma, effervesced into mystery. Beauty unfolding. |