Upon contemplating the strong, young arms of Hilary Hahn as She plays Tchaikovsky.
Sturdy, strong
strutting like a stallion
pawing our piece of earth.
Supple sapling
we hold our fruit high upon
bold, brash branches.
We are first, fresh, forever.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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