Every now and then this gipsy soul
Tells me to get up and go
Leave to the past the shadows of old
Loves and wars
I do however always see you
Stoic and peaceful
In your old place of meditation and thoughts
And spin around
I come sit next to you on the ground
You tell me a story
You paint me a painting of a beautiful minute
I stay put
My arms are longing to lift you
And fly
From hurricanes or tornadoes
But your wisdom says
We’ll stay until they settle
to dust
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