I dream of the Gypsy deep inside me
How she longs for the freedom to roam
I will take her hand and we’ll begin our journey
Through fields of green and snow-capped mountains, I call home
All the world will be my muse and inspiration
Ancient trees housing birds of magic song
I yearn to taste the heart of every nation
Embracing culture, singing, dancing all night long
To inhale the sweet perfume of briny oceans
To sail atop the waves of every sea
To explore the fragrant markets and their potions
I shall not shelve the Gypsy soul in me…
© Wendy Phelan – 4 January 2018 – Art Courtesy of Google, No claim
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