Under the warming sun, I run.
In ancient feet and over 2,500 years- I run.
The columns align the blueprint of the gymnasium and baths.
Merged corners meet the site of the original Olympic torch.
Doric columns stand in line, awaiting their race through time.
I walk, live, breathe the ancient world-
a world of symmetry, endurance
and towering strength.
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