Wayfaring stranger
gypsy that you are
coal black eyes
red hot blood
and a soul that longs to be free.
Not for you a wasted life
shackled
by invisible chains of security.
Walking on the water
dancing on the wind
making love beneath the stars.
Then with the coming
of the morning dew
you are gone
leaving me alone again.
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