L'indifference est amour...

Once
He
Came
Straight
Onto a football ground...

He
Came...
Like passionate soul...
Loving teamwork...
Friendship...
Gelling...

Amidst the shouts and cries...
Sweat,
Pain,
Cuts,
Bruises,
Sprite like He came
As if youthful vigour
And heart
Spread like wide
The widest love...
And grit...

In fun He came...
In shots bicycled
He came...
In missing passes
He came
And
He came in impossible angles...
In walls...
In penalty shootouts...
In sudden death situation...
In extra mile sprints...
In huffs...
In panting hearts...
In sparkling fast speed...
In green lushy dreams...
In cloudy
Overcast shapes...
And in concentration too hard...
Which breeds indifference -
Like loving the most...
Passionate
And
Too heavy
Too much concentrated...
A spirit of flame...
Much like passion
Of red red flagposts...
Fluttering.

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