Born from the heart of gypsy dance,
Was whirling in a dream,
In a field of heaven's breath,
Conception from a love divine,
After first true kiss,
Before the dawn, while nestling deep in the corn,
Where poppies red, peep through abundant,
Bathed in emotions loving hugs,
Tender touches tenderness in half light of the morn,
When a new child is created will soon enough be born!

By ladylivvi1

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