Her heart was like that of a gypsy,
She wanted to wander and roam.
To feel the splash of the ocean from the rocks above,
The waves beating the constant foam.
She wanted to walk the forgotten paths,
Where olden kings once tread.
She wanted to spend sleepless nights
Gazing at the stars with only the grass for a bed.
In a world where technology consumed
All the thoughts of those trapped
She wanted to be free,
To be sitting by a fire in a shawl wrapped
Her heart was like that of a gypsy,
She wanted to wander and roam.
To leave both friends and loved ones,
To leave the place she called home.
Sincerely,
Ann
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