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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Moonlight Sonata

Beethoven beating in my head.
The sky was grey and the golden leaves danced around the ground.
Cold breeze.
My bangs escaped and flew everywhere.
Beethoven whispering in my ears.
Somewhere deep inside I am sighing.
I am happy to be alive.
At least for today.

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