Echo poem where the last word in the line is the first word in the next line (about how basketball calms me down)
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Dribbling echoes calm my heart,
Heart finds rhythm in the court,
Court where mind lets tensions part,
Part with worries, find my sport.
Sport of silence drowns the noise,
Noise that chaos once employed,
Employed by stillness, I find poise,
Poise in motion I've enjoyed.
Enjoyed in flight, the net's embrace,
Embrace each shot with steady grace,
Grace in movement, endless chase,
Chase my peace in this bright space.