Who is it that calls your soul? The sands of the desert, or the waves of the shores?
She doesn't share the sun and the moon. She keeps a whole universe to herself, riveting every planetary phenomenon, choreographing every constellation, befitting of being called a masterpiece.
I hope she opens the door someday revealing the beauty of who she really is. I wished to be called upon by my gypsy friend who stays far away. I hope to see the empires blue and the skies grey with her.. I hope to travel with my gypsy woman someday.
