Desert and her Isolation

The desert she sings a thirsty song
Forever, with her children she lays forlorn
Awaits, wind that blows to sing along
A sufferer to a sufferer-sufferings sworn

Hand in hand like lovers, in vigour they play,
Laughing-singing the dirge for ones without may
Messing with their heads, She lures her prey
Loving them still in her own innocent way

As, the gypsies and the caravans, they too walk on
The lost ones in her tide-swallowed by her womb
Like the fetus dead-aborted-remains unmourned unborn
They lay without heartbeat in her silent tomb.

The Gypsy


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