Raving Gypsies

Fires licking the night sky...

 

Like herding caravans of gypsies.

Fires flicker, licking the night sky.

The waves of endless dunes,

with shrubbery of unknown phylums.

Excotic sounds of music.

Silohouettes in the dark,

Dancers in their trances.

Perfumed oils draw you closer.

The feelings of temptation,

take hold of you.

A lost paradise found.

Visiting a forgotten  time.

Like slipping into a dream,

and never wanting to wake.

 

 

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Reviews

[Paula M. Potter]

I really like this poem! I can envision the scene in my mind as i read it. I also wanted to thank you for the review you gave me.

[LaylaLutz]

Gypsies are so inspiring but seem to go in and out of media like trends. Against the grain is a good niche for you. Great poem

[Butterflymom]

The name caught my attention!! Enjoyed this poem!

[Miss Mary Jane]

I really really enjoyed reading this.

[Jessica L Auster]

I felt magic while reading this piece. Wonderful work.

[A.L. James]

Good descriptive passage. Just a second, I need to dust the sand off of my clothes.