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Sayuri's Dance In His Remembrance
It was a funereal afternoon.
 My thoughts were like waves that bled 
 into a wash, to a windswept cadence.
 My body heaved with sorrow as 
 I started moving to my heart's song.
 
 I imagined him watching me,
 and my movements took on a depth
 as if I was interacting with him.
 My arms swept across my chest and through the air;
 like the ocean liner gliding through water.
 The way he brushed my childhood tears away.
 
 Turning around at a tipped angle 
 represented me talking to him.
 Extending my arm and opening my folding fan 
 told of my gratitude in his presence.
 And when I snapped my fan shut in the end
 of the dance; it is only to note,
 Nothing in life mattered more than him.
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