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Saturday, 8 September 2012

Gypsy

I was born a gypsy, I believe.
One day at a time I live.
Magical, mysterious and colours I like
Of institution, security and certainty I cry

I was born a gypsy, you see.
My future unsteady and unseen.
The road is my home where i run free
Responsibilities and duties not my thing.

I was born a gypsy, I know.
Took pleasure in all the little unknowns.
No single place to call my own.
My spirit is unleashed and free.

5 comments:

  1. Hello my dear.....Love to see you write again....

    And truly.....it's short but sweet way to let out the heart....

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