The Wild One


She wanders like a gypsy

her heart firmly planted

in the loins of the earth

her spirit soaring through the wind

like a Sufi dancer in a trance

her smile as bright as the sun she faces

her clothes as brightly-hued as the Amazon forests

her hair, mangled with joy, tears and freedom

her mind – soaring in the heaven she sought all these years.


That’s the gypsy I found in me.

Comments

Unknown said…
Reminds me of Voltaire..."Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains"
Unknown said…
What are you doing about it?

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