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Life as a gypsy

Life as a Gypsy

In an Indian family she was born
Yet of a miscellaneous ethos was she
Come together did the East and South and created the Gypsy.
A life of marvel and travel she survived for the gypsy was a phenomenon

Patriotic was she for years that were seven
 Rhythmic paces outlined her life, (So stagnant as it was)
A melodic matriarch, a performing descendant
 Nonetheless the vessel that buttressed her family
Would soon choose the path of another stream

The Gypsy’s voyage had commenced,
The vessel coxswaining her to the south,
However it was not the South as she had known it,
For this was the south of the globe

Her jubilant summers had grown into dry winters
However she established a perception for music,
Steered by the spirits of the nation’s ancient inhabitants
Nonetheless, the vessel that buttressed her family,
Would soon choose the path of another stream

Once more she was uprooted,
This time from her new-fangled home
To the foot of the upper part of her world
But it was not the north as she had known it,
For this was way over yonder

She was offered yet again her jubilant summers,
In the land of the Mayas, she grew into an artistic being,
Guided by the spirits of the nation’s ancient inhabitants,
Nonetheless, the vessel that buttressed her family,
Would soon choose its domestic stream


-Poem Fanatic
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