*A very mysterious gypsy girl
I saw from afar in the mist
As she came nearer I felt something
Disturbing my daydream
She walked past by me
Waking the sad soul inside of me
It urged me, compelled me
Inside me, an ancient primal entity
With a clear, loud voice told me
"Who is she?"
"Look back!"
"You must know!"
Is she in possession of my heart?
This didn't have to be
Why I am drawn towards her?
Is it her long black hair?
Her beautiful brown skin?
Is it the shiny jewels in her eyes
As she looks upward at the deep night sky
Gazing at the stars, wondering and dreaming?
The shroud still remains
And I am the foolish man
Still trying to unravel
The wonders of her mystery
Her being, her reality*
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
*A very mysterious gypsy girl
I saw from afar in the mist
As she came nearer I felt something
Disturbing my daydream
She walked past by me
Waking the sad soul inside of me
It urged me, compelled me
Inside me, an ancient primal entity
With a clear, loud voice told me
"Who is she?"
"Look back!"
"You must know!"
Is she in possession of my heart?
This didn't have to be
Why I am drawn towards her?
Is it her long black hair?
Her beautiful brown skin?
Is it the shiny jewels in her eyes
As she looks upward at the deep night sky
Gazing at the stars, wondering and dreaming?
The shroud still remains
And I am the foolish man
Still trying to unravel
The wonders of her mystery
Her being, her reality*
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