She moved through me like a gentle breeze…

Oh how silently it comes this moment of time, her
Soft touch came to me, as I stood wrapped within the cold
Harsh days of my life. She moved through me like
A gentle breeze brushing oh so politely, so quietly across
the hard rough surface of my being.
I found myself being embraced all most secretly by the
graceful shadows of her giving.
Even then I turned away

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