She Fades Like Gypsy Magic.

when the day calms,
the noise just retreats,
the world seems to stop,
the air becomes sweet,
with fragrance divine,
of lilac and rose,
as she dances in fields,
with rings on her toes,
she appears from the light,
from the dew and the grass,
she is pure beauty,
this mysterious dancing lass,
you follow her movements,
her spins and twirls,
making you dizzy,
this wondrous gypsy girl,
she is heartache and love,
you don’t know why,
her luminous skirt,
like wings of the butterfly,
you are caught and alive,
you swing to her hips,
you see the pure beauty,
you want to taste her lips,
as the day turns to eve,
and the field looses light,
she fades into memory,
gone with the night.

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