Into the stars we fly up and away,we see the true sky for it's the day to say goodbye the gypsies cry when hippies die so fly to a land, where we can hold hands and be as one ,until the end put us down, break our hearts youll never turn us into dust for gypsies of the night join together with hippies of might and forward on..... into the stars of freedom we fly
I actually came up with that on the spot. I write alot of poetry, but I have never really shown anyone. I love your dreads, they are really cute, I have had mine for three years.....you? I have read your poetry , and I love it to bits. PeaceLoveUnityRespect...bohiemians for life plz send more