Debonair gypsy girl

saunters in the moonlight

her anklets chime

when the feet

touch the pebbled beach



in the shimmer of golden sea

I see her lips

rosy as rose petals

her slender body

wrapped in an olive skin

she parades

on a catwalk !


the unknown gypsy girl


moves like a dove

floats like a butterfly

sings like an angel

for whom I wonder



oh the debonair gypsy girl

to whom

you parade in this catwalk of yours !



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