Pale Gypsy in the Wind
If only we were free,
to travel and roam in the breeze,
following the cotton clouds,
until the stars fill the sky.
Until rest calls upon our weary heads,
we pull up the pale horses
and put ourselves to rest
upon our small comfy cabin beds.
When the sun rise tinkers with our eyes,
we wake to start another day,
and wandering far and wide,
following the cotton clouds all the way.
Following on from Monday's Gypsy Caravan post, flicking through photos on Flickr with a gypsy theme,
above are the beauties I found entitled it 'Pale Gypsy'.
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