Gypsy Miles

Gypsy Miles

She traveled the gypsy miles and now she dreams 

In the courses of her early stages of life she stood in the valley watching her dove take flight 

This fashion a desire to only soar with pure site 

But her dreams had to be put on hold 

For so many stories and patterns had to unfold 

I will tell you now, this is the how I was told 

She traveled the Gypsy miles and now she dreams 

She heard the forest screaming in pain that’s stands so near 

Only using an enchanting touch for the faces of the tribes and Musketeers 

Never letting go to all that she found so dear

Running running pulling pulling their Mandrake roots 

Wanting to ease their pain while playing her supernatural flute 

Always teaching them to heal with genuine fruit 

She traveled the Gypsy miles and now she dreams 

Her story even merges down to the ocean floor 

Unlocking safes and many coffin doors

Preparing mankind minds to not desire poor 

Dancing die hards to the surface with all her might

Walking them on water with their knew site 

Honestly guiding them to take new flight 

She traveled the Gypsy miles and now she dreams 

The Gypsy verify that the ones she enlightened would be fed 

And determine none of them left for dead 

That each of their churches lite and read 

She enjoys watching them fly freely out of their cages  

Always supplying skills to master how to turn their pages 

If any person desires to face them to a lock the Madame gypsy would become outraged 

She traveled the gypsy miles and now she dreams 

A male blind horse with a black carriage captured her one stormy noonday 

It was her love for others that made him look her way 

If you ask me it was him that took her so far out and lead her astray 

She finally escaped and took a walk with a full moon and surveyed her ancestors books 

For the story was never told to her and she forgot to look 

The truth of the matter awakened her charmed heart and the information made her shook

She traveled the Gypsy miles and now she dreams 

The Sun finally shined on a crossroad with a mirror standing near 

Remembering all her loved ones she taught how to take flight with pure site and without fear 

She turned to the east and peered through her lacey rose, that’s when her valley finally reappeared 

She took one more look at her reflected study which was her own dove so she could soar 

She only wanted the Love that comes from the heavens above it something you can just ask for  

Finally, I got the message from the man in the cage that the lady is in that valley forevermore.

 

By Annashea Downey

 

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