Out of my window, I look at the moon
Towering above the tree tops
Amid fluffy little clouds
At times, I see the surrounding halo
With my chin tucked into my pillow
At times, the moon peeks back at me
I can see the sheepish smile
Behind its radiant smile
Spreading its tender rays onto my face
A slight tinlge on my skin
As the soft breeze ruffles my hair
My arms spread out involuntarily
My lips part to let out a sigh
Eyes lowered, and head thrown back
As if in mute surrender
The sounds of a gypsy song echo in my ears
As if I've been one of them, all through the years
A gentle tap on my shoulder zaps me back to reality
And I know, it's only time
Who can exercise this brutality
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