Thirst Poem by Nadir Salum
Thirst
At the end of the marothon
My body steaming like a hot chicken
Do I spy a colourless liquid?
Could it be the cool thing I need?
I grab the colourless liquid
How cool and icy it feels!
Snap! Goes the seal as I press
Loosening the cap for a sip!
Guzzle! Guzzle down the gullet
Down it goes with such force
Oh my! Oh my! Does it feel good!
Cool and freezy! A good feeling!
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