Dancing Gypsy
wrapped in flowing scarvesmade of wispy gray smoke
my muse dances seductively
willing my pen
to accomplish the same
she beckons me to the page
twirls amongst the flames
fluid and sinuous
exotic and enchanting
ah! the familiar dance
every time fresh and new
statuesque and bold
she embodies hope and
imagination
encourages the creative flow
my muse, my compass
for I would be lost
without her
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