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Gypsy King

Glorious are the days we ride, my love. You and I riding in the morning light. Passions racing hearts are thundering. Sunrise explodes pink and purple streaks across the sky. You and I smiling, riding together in the first light. Kindred spirits racing together chasing the morning star. Intoxicated on the morning air. Nowhere, but here in this moment. Glorious is the day we ride.

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Skat A

Date: 2/11/2014 8:34:00 PM

nice win... SKAT

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 1/15/2014 6:39:00 AM

Inspiring thoughts to give up something to relive and congrats on the fine win, Gypsyof

Gypsyof Essence
Date: 2/3/2014 8:36:00 AM

Thank you

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 7/3/2013 3:23:00 PM

Very Romantic piece.

Richard D Seal

Date: 3/24/2013 7:43:00 PM

Be great to start every morning like this. I see you don't put many on so I'll work backwards. This is a beautiful poem can feel the wind blowing in my face, well done. Take care, Regards Richard

Harry Horsman

Date: 3/21/2013 6:41:00 AM

wonderful visual poem,,

Peter Dorr

Date: 3/20/2013 2:32:00 AM

Just the poem for a snowing Spring Vernal Equinox here in England! In the Midlands where I was brought up we often spell the word 'Gypsy' this way, 'Gipsy'. After being born in Glorious South Devon, in some ways unfortunately leaving that County after six months for the Shire of Northampton, we lived most of the time in Gipsy Lane, that goes back to the time five hundred years ago of Elizabeth the Great. While my family lived there Gipsies still used part of the lane as a small carvan site. Great read!