The Wind

Someone moves like the wind
I do not know her,
She moves past  
And around me,
Like a breeze from the hills.

Someone she is,
Her eyes have a story
She knows me and says so,
Then brushes my shoulder.

Like knowing a wind 
Can anyone know her?
Her face in a light 
That rises and falls.
Her mouth that I look towards
Seems familiar in shape,
Her eyes touch me
Beaming large like the moon,
Then feeling small like stars.

With a smile she moved close
I did not know her,
Just the wind
That is here,
It brushes my shoulder.

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