She feels at home in the darkness of the moon
under silver shadows, tracing patterns on her skin,
words are formed with ancient knowing,
from a time she can’t recall, from a memory deep within,
the gentle breeze plays a melody to which she dances,
leaves her footsteps in your heart and in the wind,
singing songs of beauty, wonder, touching those who hear
with a light, a glow, from this world you can abscind.
She is different, indefinable,
can't explain her feelings, what she knows,
guided by infallible faith
as with ease through the day she flows.
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