Rough copy My life is but a sonnet of a story covered in mist A mountain I was to climb under the scorching sun No matter, my stubborn soul remained firm against adversity Over time discovering my diversity and humanity They tried to keep me inside a box To cut my wings so I may slowly give up my idealism Yet within my veins rans ancient blood Full of wisdom, wildness, strength and magick. I dance to the rhythm of my gypsy heart They may have teared at my body Ripped at my mind Wounded my soul But my spirit, they can't destroy nor control Within my gypsy soul there is a hunger for life The alchemical ground of the subconscious The eagerness to discover what hides beyond the veil That which is hidden, I do not fear Within this gypsy runs pure passions My blood inebriated by the ecstasy of life My lips like wine...bittersweet Demons and angels dance with me My dance reflects memories of times long forgotten Like a butterfly I go after my dreams I cry and fall Laugh and get back up For within lies the fury and brightness of a star The fury of my dance exposes the delirium of love My body moves like undulating waters Only to be understood by those who answer the calling of their soul I am passion I am pain I am laughter I am tears I am dreams And I am strength To understand my dance is to understand my magick and my fury To understand my dance is to come to know the beauty of your own soul. Sofia E. Falcone
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