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.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Youth
Posted by Eastcoastdweller at 11:05 AM
Labels: Hilary Hahn, my writing, youth
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