Saturday, April 4, 2009

A Fettered Soul

Frolicking by a dirt track
In her Florid Dress; and Silver Filigrees
Dangling from her ears; Her garb is slack
and dappled with all the spectral hues.
She wears bangles, crystal bangles, as white as Ivory,
She’s a living character of an ancient odyssey
Of the nomadic spirit of a roving gypsy.

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