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Stage of Life
November 27, 2010
Butterflies seem to be contained,
in my heart,
the cello pressing against me,
seems ever so heavy,
to bow in my hand,
quivers impationtly,
my mind is remembering.
Now my and cello,
meet in a,
warm embrace,
and a delicate sound,
is produced,
but with each,
bow movement,
the sound grows,
more full and complete.
I finish,
and relish,
in the appalause,
that surround me,
the light dims,
and I exit,
the closing stage,
of my life.
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