{stolen.ball} requiem

Last time I dreamt.
It was in my dream.
As white and elegant as I remember.
I touched it.
I smelled it.

I wonder.
Can the guy who stole it,
have a good night sleep?

He has departed me from
something I liked to play with.
And something which was mine.
I paid for it. We played with it.
He stole it. He is devil.

When it was in the game, we had a tie.
We lost after he was pushed out of the game.

I wait for a miracle, to get it back.
I know that's impossible.
That's why I say "miracle".

In any case, I hope that
at least
he treats it with respect.

It's a perfect soccer ball.