Even a gypsy soul wants a place to call home.

Where is home?

It’s a place that I would call my own

It’s a place where I can run free

It’s a place I want to be

My home

It’s a place filled with peace

It’s not shallow, it’s not dark

It’s a space, colored with Love

My home

It’s a place so wonderful, so warm

It’s a place so honest, and so me…

It’s a place that constantly manifests the truth..

My home

My home is the universe for I am a roaming gypsy soul destined to keep traveling, seeking and learning and enjoying every bit of my journey…

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