What about the movements
The perfection of swaying
as the wind blows all troubles away
Like lungs breathing
uncontrolled by time
You just keep moving
in such a delicate way
No one seems to notice
but I do
I see you moving
with no where else to be
you stand above me
and below me
You love me and you don't ask why
Your movement is perfect
Watching you sway, I sit and sigh
the beautiful dance you do
I want to be just like you
Such presence
something intangible
only this moment is witness
to the glory of your being
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