Gypsy Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Gypsy
Gypsy dancer, flaming red,
titian curls about her head.
Swirling skirt and petticoats,
vagabond with fiddlers notes.
Hair of glory, glowing threads
of beauty that a fair one dreads.
Purple ribbons that maidens dote,
the envied style on which she gloats.
Dance forever, dance right on.
Wildly turn to fiddlers song.
She, in glory, knows the pace
and fills with radiance a sacred place.
Waf
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5/6/2024 9:06:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dance forever, dance right on. Wildly turn to fiddlers song. She, in glory, knows the pace and fills with radiance a sacred place. ... beautiful
Thankyou so very much for your comment. Sally