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Forlorn tootle
of a soulful flute,
mournful dirges
in graveside strains!
In tendrils of purple sighs
the gypsy fay yearns
for her lost love-
to caress her in
soft-winged wisps of
cicada chorales,
fade in the silver aquarelle of
May moon’s muralled splendor,
in a tender adagio!
Thin thoughts turn
breezy specters,
cruise cosmic void,
unfurl life in rubescent
whispers.
They weave thro’ me
in wefts and warps
of tendrilled lingering,
creating my reality.
My thoughts are gypsies -
wandering troubadours
singing sibylline melodies,
awakening solitary souls!
Flaring rings of
crimson splendor
cradling Spring’s lingering,
frilly carnations in
rubescent ecstasy,
calling us to
colour the twilight
in ruby-red euphoria.
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