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He aimed at the sky passionately.
All the spectators' eyes fixed on him.
Up high, the breeze flew in his mind...
All he could think was her...
how her charm glistens...
her smile vibrant than the autumn sun...
He missed it...
He missed the last ball...
the fielder made the day of his
opponent, by his vivid engrossment!
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Pseudonymous Print- Poetic Quotes, Tales Whatever The Anonymous Scribbles!
PoetryHighest Rank #10 (19.11.2016) Scribbling in the world of, "Musings, Drama, Monochromes, Confetti and few words sprinkled with Stardust." Metaphor Intended! Compilation of poetic crisp tales.
