The ball, a honeyed sun, arcs high,
A silent prayer against the sky.
Muscles tense, a moment held,
Then through the net, the story's spelled.
A swish, a sigh, a joyous shout,
A weightless feeling, pure without
A single doubt, a single fear,
Just teammates close, and victory near.
Smiles like sunshine, faces bright,
A burst of light that cuts the night.
High fives erupt, a joyful sound,
One point, one win, on hallowed ground.
The echo lingers, sweet and warm,
A shared embrace, a passing storm
Of doubt now banished, hearts alight,
The joy of victory, pure delight.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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