Tue, 10/28/2014 - 08:48 -- casslf_


She sat as still as silence
In the hot fluorescent light.

She was bold with confidence
With all worries out of sight.

Her arms moved very gently
As she played her violin.

She stopped. The crowd clapped softly.
Twas the last time I saw Yin.


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