Haiku from the hand of Ayrton Senna, three times Formula One World Champion


Man and sleek machine,
Soaring without leaving ground.
An eternal bond.


I was not familiar with Ayrton Senna da Silva until just now. I read the title Tasha had provided, and was curious to find out who this man was. My good friend Wikipedia helped me out and provided me with the details. To find out that he died at the wheel while in the lead at the 1994 San Marino Grand Prix was strangely moving. So I wrote.

The End

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