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Gypsy Girl
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Gypsy Girl |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981
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They called her the child of the desert, because she was as proud as a saguaro, But as fragile as a catus bloom And reminded you of rain over the earth and the last embers of the fire A girl born from song With hair like the unseen side of the moon And eyes like the stars on the hottest nights that glowed like the last embers of the fire Friend of the coyote Siter to the sun She traveled with her people All accross the desert Where you would see them dancing around an unearthly fire that would burn into the night Until nothing was left, But the last embers of the fire And after the others were asleep, you could still see her Singing, or dancing or sitting by the last embers of the fire That was years ago, She should be dead by now, But we still see her from time to time In the last embers of the fire |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Very well written and the repetitive use of the last line is very effective in this lovely piece you have shared with us. I enjoyed this, thank you! |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (sigh) Oh Liz, this is wonderfully captivating, sweet friend, such spirituality and myth fills these words and had me pondering if such a spirit still graces the land! (big hugggssssss) Well-done, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Liz, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Ivy Rose Senior Member
since 2001-12-29
Posts 1300MA, USA |
Very well-written and with the full Gypsy passioniate fires. I could see and hear her as she danced and danced until the last embers of the fire died down. ***Ivy Rose |
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