the heat of the desert
calms my body to sleep
tired bones slump on red sands
sun-shifted by blue sky
moon rises silvery
above snow-capped mountains
begging me to play and
dance with my mandolin
but i am kicking coins
and cares away, stillness
wrapped by brown earth
ignoring the curious lion
where goes my dreaming
i say, where my gypsy
feet & heart are free &
wild - there, here i am
by Henri Rousseau (1897)
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