Beneath the Gypsy Moon

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Some night is mysterious
she drifts beneath the gypsy moon
Ramble on with the August summer,
Hummed and hawed for a naive affair
She Recall the time when past dictated her.

Re-dream the dream that sunk into riddance,
remorse were dancing on anecdote of past her prime
In the end she just exhales the shadows in random manner….

Some nights are precious
when every flash of neon light disappear
Now and then in concretes she seeks fireflies
try to escape from the honking
only to redeem her dusty soul

Looking at her I recall the sound at lonely river bank
How we have crawled to some hilltop
to see the gypsy moon that hovers all over our mundane world!

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