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She moves like wind,
whispering in melodies
a breath of air for me
to breathe.
Dancing ‘cross blades
of brown and green
as moonlight glistensv
on eyes serene.
Tiny wind-dancing feet
float and then fly,
so graceful, so dear
right by my side.
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