Poetry

The Boy Who Plays Soccer

Soccer makes me happy

Can’t use my hands 

Play with the heart instead 

The ref is insulted but who cares 

The cleats helps me  grip to the turf 

The turf which I love 

I kick the ball with a full heart and it soars through the air

The ball rockets into the net
The other teams players drop to the ground 

The coach smashes the clipboard onto the turf which i love with my heart 

Tears start coming out 

Of my eyes

Tears of joy 

And I go suiii with the whole stadium 

My teammates jump onto my back

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