She is truly free.
She’s wild with a gypsy soul.
Barefoot toes dug into the dirt
connecting her to the earth.
Arms spread wide
Her face turned to the sun, absorbing its power.
The wind blowing through her hair and
Twisting her skirt around her calves.
Cleansing her of all negativity energy,
freeing her, to be who she chooses to be.
She was wild, windswept, powerful.
She dances between worlds.
Never losing herself to either.
She is truly free.