Heart-touching Sport
Playing with team-mates on the grass,
Sol helps us have silhouette.
It's jubilant in radiant mind.
Awesome pep reflects through us, guys.
Nothing is more than sheer spunk.
I keep my pace up and up.
Breathing sound becomes louder.
Don't care, getting tired is my pleasure.
Attack, defense and balance at all.
Accelerate, dribble and kick the ball.
Agility and strategy stick my shoes.
Never give up like knights do.
So far, the result is not sure yet.
'Ow! 90 minutes, what a magic match! '
Last chance, I move and have a go.
Then, close my eyes and feel my soul.
I forget myself with glee of 'Goal! '
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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