Daily writing prompts since June 9th, 2008
Heh, and is that poem written from life by any chance?Slow motionTime slows down, as though I'm dreaming,And my racquet swings through thickened air,It connects and now the crowd are screaming,It's the winning point and I'm frozen there.
Yeah, maybe :PThat's quite the mental image you've created there. I can see the people fleeing the stands :)
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