Gypsy heart

She’s leaping off a cliff
She’s dancing in the rain
Running naked down the beach
Like she was born to be insane
Racing to the water
Skinny dipping at high tide
Forget about the clothes
She’s already stripped of pride
Twirling barefoot in the grass
Eyes focused, making art
Every day, a fresh start
For the feisty gypsy of my heart.

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