Care-free

She painted the happy days

Followed by the blues

She let the sun stay

And painted stars in hue

She painted the nightmares

And a world in need of prayers

Painted all blurred visions

And she felt the collisions

From her fading memory

Then she painted time-

Ever a mystery,

But she figured out its rhyme….

The Gypsy

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