A flash of green, a feathered sphere,
A silent pact, a rising fear.
White lines etched, a bounded stage,
Where measured grace meets primal rage.
The serve, a storm, a whispered plea,
A painted arc for all to see.
The volley's dance, a fleeting touch,
A silken stroke demanding much.
Each rally spun, a woven thread,
Of strategy inside the head.
The baseline hums a...
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