On the Field
'' Whistles Pierce the Air, a Rallying Call ''
By AbbasPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Dmitrii Nor on Unsplash
On the field where dreams take flight,
Grass beneath feet, hearts full of light.
Whistles pierce the air, a rallying call,
With every bold stride, we rise, never fall.
The sun paints the sky in a golden embrace,
As laughter and echoes weave through the space.
Chasing the ball, we’re free and alive,
With every setback, we gather our might,
In the dance of the struggle, we find our own light.
On the field, we’re more than a team,
Bound by the passion, the power of dreams.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.


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