Posted by: j9 sy on: May 11, 2008
Just like the calm before a dreadful storm,
A terrible peace that comes with fury,
Everything stills watching my perfect form.
Contact is made making the scene blurry.
Completing the stroke leaves my racket still,
My pulse races waiting for a return.
I rush at the net going for a kill,
Wind rustles my hair as my muscles burn,
The point won [...]
