Under the cresent moon her palace lies,
Her heart made of gold, her face made of beauty
A silk of mystery tied around her slim waist, and a long dress reaches her feet.
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Jessica, you've wondrously managed to encapsulate the Gypsy free spirit in this poem....it's just beautiful~!