Gypsy Soul

Soul Poetry

In sleep she dances,

gypsy soul emerges,

wandering beneath the moon.

Long, gauzy skirts flowing,

she moves to earth's music

beneath her barefeet.

Hair flying in wild black waves,

she spins, she twirls,

arms spread wide,

to welcome nature's gifts-

moon, stars, sky, night,

Gypsy soul invites them in,

and she dances,

she dances...

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