Lighting Strikes

As the lightning strikes A shooting star fly's by Maybe that's what the appeal was Never wearing high heels on a Saturday night But she was a gypsy girl at heart As free as the wind in the trees I watched her as she moved Yet, with all her toes and fingers moving She held a jar of emotions Locked up inside her She always had a way of standing Above her circumstances How I wished to be more like her Sun, 3/18/ 2018 8:30 pm, reading on the weekend, A few books on my kindle. First, one was called Fear, true stories about child abduction. Second book/story was called Before The Full Moon Rises. Then Sunday I watched a movie called Beguiled. Here it is :)