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Gypsy’s Dream

June 10, 2018
By Anonymous

Melting sand pools in the sky,

While deserts sing a lullaby,

The wind sighs a witches' rune,

Weaving 'neath the mirrored moon.

 


Shattered skies cry above,

Echo songs of the mourning dove,

A thousand beats of broken wings,

'Till the shards the morning bring.

 


 A vertical horizon stands,

Cradled in their crystal hands,

And shadows dance upon the night,

To the beat of fading light.

 


And see the creatures, whirling high,

Dancing in the storm's great eye,

The nighttime howls a silent scream,

Pulsing in the gypsy's dream.



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