What is missed by the blinded common eye,
the Gypsy sees within the third eye's define.
Knowing the ways of woodlands and stream,
she walks in shrouded grace as old as time.
Lessons taught in roaming amongst greenery,
she's collected compassions star dusted vibes.
Humming strange verses perusing the scenery,
in her basket she carries sweet wishes sublime.
Along life's path rose fragrant petal she scatters,
with a wish professed to those admired she's met.
Best wishes proclaimed of all that truly matters,
in returned kindness of favors she can not forget.
So if in passing a stroke of good luck appears,
Know the Gypsy has blessed your lifetime here.
~~Suseann~~
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Loved it! Wonderful overall presentation full of rhyme and mystic. Happy New Year! ♥
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SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL!
The gypsy, a people who live with nature and wandered in its beauty. They truly lived with nature and not against it like so many others do. A beautiful poem about a way of life that has disappeared.
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Humming strange verses...oh, yes...and we know that hum.. great job my friend...this is a winner....
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Wonderfull and discriptive
seems almost fitting for Wolfie... your words sing and the thoughts flow with grandeure....walking me through the woodbine......where all magical gypsies abide.....naught do I hear out of silence the crickets song....but those of gayla voices....touching upon the heart embracing her warmth Love it girlie.....
Mal
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