Desert’s Dust

Let’s pretend we are Gypsies  and dance in the desert’s dust. Let’s look at the moon and watch it shine around cacti.
Let’s sing the song of howling wolves and move our bodies to the rhythm of twinkling stars.
Let’s tie bells around our ankles and wrists, put feathers in our dark hair.
Angry eagles puncture the clouds and lay claim to lost feathers which we call our own.
Let’s be wild and free in this borrowed dream we share.
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