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Hope of a Nation IIA year changes everything.Hope of a Nation II
You can see it in his eyes; Those guarded, smiling eyes, Eyes which remember things
No child should
See.
And his surly, curling smile, As closed as the lenses which
Flicker and snap
At his heels.
The nation weighs heavy on his shoulders, And he feels it.
Occasionally he may forget, In a moment of victory, A perfect rally, A stolen kiss.
Yet it remains; blessing and curse.
What drives him forward and claws him back, And binds his thoughts And gags his mouth.
He
by ~absintheandstarlight
Hope of a Nation IFire in his eyes, Grass in his hair. This is a man’s game, boy They sneer with derision, Step up or suffer.Hope of a Nation I
Lunge,
Thrust, Turn. Cut and run.
Self-belief and a nation Beat down upon Him, He does not fear them,
Why should he? He is but a boy After all.
Racquet, Ball,
Grass, Ball, Racquet.
Serve through the lens, Eye on the victim, Level head, Level pegging.
Scream, Shout, Cry, Laugh, Try not to Fall apart In front of the w
by ~absintheandstarlight
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- Current Residence: Scotland
- Interests: shopping, tennis, films, black and white photography
- Favourite movie: brokeback mountain, the good girl (and secretly - wimbledon!)
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