Unveiled lighted windows
Shaded for the unspoken day
Dancing in your arms
Guiding each soft lantern
Into the azure altars
you shall be
Soft essence my fairy sheen
Dreams, my Gypsy ~~
Kindred wishes, opening my loving doors
Jasmine teas draped
Mystical canopies floor
Swiftly, as I pivot in swaying Cumberland days
I shall hold you in my arms, each summery way
Dreams, my Gypsy ~~
Oracles fill my erupted sands
Espied tomorrows as, I clasp thorough time
Milk and honey glaze
my bare ginger arms seen
I await my prince of gypsies to my arms she shall flee
Dreams, my Gypsy ~~
Woven fabrics my bodice is slim
My rose muse shines elusively
I shall play each concertos
Across soft sands of time
my Gypsy
Wounded veteran and battered woman face more trials together!
After an RPG attack on their barracks in Afghanistan, corpsman, Wade Scott wakes up in an Army hospital in Germany with his right arm gone. His other friends were wounded too. Luk
The Commander and the Chief take on the rogue Deep State: the Gunfight at the UK Corral, missing Redcoats in the Nevada Triangle, and nuclear blackmail!
Love ya!
Jane
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