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- Swinging and swaying, in graceful dance.
- Random movement, as if by chance.
- Waving to angels as clouds fly by,
- whispering wisdom in barely a sigh.
- Roaring in anger at things unjust,
- obscuring vision with clouds of dust.
- Caressing bare skin, pale and ashen,
- then moving on feeling no passion.
- Moving unseen in darkness or light,
- illusive and hidden as a woodland sprite.
- Surrounding all but seen by none,
- the proof of your passing is what you have done.
- Sometimes harsh, cold, unforgiving,
- other times warm comforting the living.
- All this encompassed in cosmic blend
- are things that I see when watching the wind.
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Dancing With Mariah
