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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This gypsy soul is on the road It leaves castles far behind It abandons ghostly mist which sabotages the caravan of life. It passes along the mountainside by golden hay fields where daises bloom By streams of waters which sweep all withered leaves towards the decayed lumber flume. This gypsy soul is on the road from Edinburgh to Lochlomond against high winds,against the rain against aquatic monsters of pain. This gypsy soul is on the road to the woodlands of your heart where I would camp inside your tent as our blissful thoughts impart. This gypsy soul within myself and all the woman in me would wantingly await your fingertips to compose a guitar's melody. The smell of early coffee would fill our empty cups The song of the cicada echoes in the shrubs And as the chimney-smoke drifts side-ways in the breeze As warm dappled light filters through purple pansy leaves The pressed rose of my lips would leave its crimson mark below your sun-kissed cheek My arms would cling around your once a muscular physique We'd laze upon a hammock strung between two old oak trees I play upon your strings my hundred fantasies. As the incandescent half moon rises above the dusky hue and orange paper-lanterns float high in cobalt-blue We'd chase the opalescent glow Of a million firefly You'll be able to touch me before last embers die. This gypsy soul is on the road in search to be set free Across each bridge,on every journey Your compass is my destiny. A revised repost .
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