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There's little poetry about sports. This would be my attempt at illustrating the feeling in you when you reach the equivalent of a a writers "flow" as a goaltender.


That Feeling

Stone cold focus,
focus longing for release,
explosion of power, finger on the trigger.

Come at me, I am here.

Projectiles at the speed of cars,
no mind on pain, all mind on that feeling,
feeling of pride as I rise.

Come at me, I want you here.


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Publicerad 2019-12-22 23:24



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