" 'I love you, but I belong to the wind', whispered the gypsy"

He once gave his heart to the girl whose spirit belongs to the wind. 

She brought with her the wilderness of nature

filled in her eyes the stream of waterfall

folded in her dress the scent from the cavalier daffodils

And held in her hands, shall his heart be

But as briefly as the nomad kept hold of something, they let it go

“I love you, but the wind is where I shall forever belong”

the gypsy left , and broke his heart in two.
 

"'I love you, but I belong to the wind', whispered the gypsy"
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