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
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.