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Soft Petals Of A Gypsy

Deeper and Deeper    
My vivid emotions are scaling steeper and steeper  
Falling into the enrapture of my sweeten abyss  
I canít swim, holding on for a floating reminisce    
No breaths of rescue, but empty perceptions amiss    
A thrilling rollercoaster ride to surrender under my seductive womanly creed    
Giving you my wants, my desires, all of my needs    
Endangered narratives, so allow my emotions for once to just softly bleed    

No Band-Aid needed, just permit it to seep and flow    
Merging the essence of my heart and soul as it goes    
Let my eyes see things undone    
No need to straighten things out, this is my salvation, I have fought and won    
I have lifted myself out of the elements of solitude    
My mind screams out for peace among gratitude    
It feels so good for the mind to have no plans    
Just me, myself, and I where I presently stand    
Gypsy girl without my banjo    
Dancing in the wilderness, the winds shaping my heart, enlightening me from head to toe    
In the midst of the sweetest emotional freeze    
No time to get back down on my knees    
I am loving to just write as I plead    
The rambling over spilling, unchained, and running free    
My ability to shelve my salacious creed as I please    
For the first time, I will allow someone else to take the wheel    
Lead my heart into the dark world of forbidden passions to fulfill    
I refuse to find my one way    
My thoughts within self is quiet and peaceful as a child is learning to play    

Blue skies on the horizon, making tender love to my mind    
For once, separating myself from my presence, my time    
No designs, yet, grateful for Godís echoing chimes    
I can run, I can walk, I can soar    
No restraints holding me down, refusing to bust down a hurried door    
Feels so good as naked as I am    
Flying high without the constrains of man    
Eyes wide open    
The winds carrying my thoughts have spoken    
Reality advising me this is not a dream    
My mind is suspended in a state of total serene    
Soft petals of a gypsy
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 15th Feb 2022
Author's Note
It is impossible to imagine a more complete fusion with nature than that of the Gypsy.

Franz Liszt
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