• Love
  • ,
  • Happiness



    Inspired by the gypsy soul in me,

    I forged ahead,

    I wandered to new territory

    The grass though greener,

    I could not feel beneath my feet

    It’s blades were sharper

    Than they needed to be

    I wandered to white beach sand

    I felt is spill

    Through the space in my hand

    I breathed the air with a sigh…

    It had no crispness..

    Warm sultry ..in December

    Should it not feel like July?

    I escaped to the mountains

    Searching for cooler air

    I wandered through the forest..

    You were there

    I flew to the north

    Though you weren’t at my side

    I walked on the ice

    Your love kept me warm inside

    The air kept me cool

    Yes, this was true

    But, my heart missed it’s warmth

    And it’s tender lovingness too

    So, I wandered back to the warmth

    When I wandered back to you.









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