A Gypsy's Ribbon
By Celeste
The purple moon danced across the ghostly sky; Laughing, taunting me from her celestial haven. I gaze upon the road, so daintily laid Amidst oceans of flowers, A ribbon fair. Twisting, dancing gaily, A mummer's dance. Garlands adorn shimmering pools Mirroring infinity. The playful wind resembles violins, Melancholy whispers. A gypsy tune seeps from the earth Enchanting every living creature Faerie rings entice poor romantic souls Whisking their spirits away to endless gaity. The magic, so alive, entices all Except one. I sigh, for the music does not reach me Can it be possible that this seeming perfect place Is really a dystopia? Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 07:47 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"The purple moon danced across the ghostly sky;..."