stories of the gypsy untold

by canyon critter on February 23, 2015

twilight.
moonlight.
stars fill like whiskey flows.
Let it be like it used to be residing in the in-between.
red in night, black in dreams.
we are nothing if not stories untold
Howling in trees, waiting for fog to drift and take me away.
sunlight burns like the town this story holds.
drifting.
away.

winner

and a soul treat for you…

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