In my bloom
with white claded heart
I hurried past in black court shoes
looking neither left nor right
The field is green
young bloods in jerseys
hands outstretched; beckoning to me
I looked to the right but leftward they all swayed
The road is rough
the court shoes hurts
my steps no longer curt
ahead lay stubbles daring my heels
my ankle wobbles and leftward I fell
The ground is muddy
staining my heart; soaking into my pouche
like a troupe, they dawned on me
with brief long looks and short deep touches
that wasn't meant to cure
On solid grounds again
partly steady, partly giddy
white heart stained with tears, bruises, patches hand made
in pink court shoes, solid steps and calculated gaze
I stare at the horizon
She conquers!
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