How do you
love the gypsies?
The lovers
of many a love
They of a thousand
interests
And hundreds of missions
They of many
horses
Stallions of
many colours
Hues from
blacks to whites
Committed to
a million journeys
Travelling
through dark waterways
Discreet
alleys and dangerous woods
They that
thrive and enjoy
The comfort
of a trillion homes
Abodes on
nests and caves
Owning them
not, leaving naught trace
Destinations
unknown, but arrived at nonetheless
Reasons
unspoken, yet understood, intrinsically
Strings
unattached, albeit there, unmistakably
Songs sang
and unsung, in a single breath
Memories
made and unmade, instantaneously
It’s as if
they never were but are, still
As though
gone but their presence behind, left
Like a vivid
dream, tears still rolling
A beautiful
sunset, darkness setting in fast
A lovely
summer, petals lie scattered
A full moon,
a false light
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