By: Divya Kumar

The birds were chirping their faint songs

The sun slowly creeping out behind the mountains

The courts dark blue under layer

Popped out from the green strokes of color

The crisp, white lines defined the ground

The net was perfectly centered

Trees, all around, lightly swaying from the breeze

The fence surrounded me completely

I seemed encompassed

But somehow I felt


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