Gypsy

Gypsy short poem

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My gypsy soul, my gypsy soul,
oh we are on the move once more.
To hidden valleys and secret places,
to hear the ocean’s almighty roar.

I long gave up in denying the yearning
of opening my wings to soar.
So spirit take me where you will,
and fill my heart with learning.

This restless being is full of wonder
about all things in our earth’s creation.
Come seek me Universe, come teach me Universe;
and shake my mind like thunder.

My gypsy soul, my gypsy soul,
oh we are on the move once more.
To hidden valleys and secret places,
to hear the ocean’s almighty roar

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Savi Mani
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nice poem, the soul always remains a wanderer a gypsy, it has no limitations it can always take the shape of wings and fly to unknown horizons ……….wish our life can be the same, to roam around and reach the places we yearn

J.rid
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Great gypsy in the soul wonderfully put. I am trying to curb the gypsy in me= but life seems boring without new things and places.

Alapan Roy Chowdhury
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