She has a free spirit
That is wilder than wild.
And, she loves to dance
This gypsy child.
She has a charmed soul
Sure to make you smile.
While she claps her hands,
This flower child.
She lives in a dream
With her fantasies piled.
And doesn't believe in chance,
This dreaming child.
She sets souls on fire
With her wandering style.
Because she was never home
This wanderess child.
This child is me
In my wildest daydream.
All I crave to be
Free, Free, Free.
YOU ARE READING
Free✨
PoetryI want to know it, this freedom I dreamed. Let me feel it, how beautiful it seemed...
