The round ball flies through the air,
With grace and speed beyond compare.
On the pitch it dances and sings,
As players chase and strive to bring
It to their side, with all their might.
But the ball is swift and takes flight,
Evasive, yet inviting all to play.
It is the heart and soul of the game we call soccer,
A universal language that knows no bounds,
Bringing people together from all around.
The ball is more than just an object,
It is a symbol of hope, friendship, and respect.
So let us embrace it, and let it lift us higher,
For in the beautiful game, anything is possible,
As long as we chase that elusive ball with fire.
About the Creator
How, Too
Many people wonder how, too. You are not alone, and I am an expert. I will teach you how, too! First, you need to remit a small application fee and fill out an application describing the nature of your financial situation and how often payments will be made, as this will have great bearing on how well I teach you how, too.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Fiction
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