A black blood gypsy on her path,
walking with a heart of wrath.
I dare to walk with my staff,
while giving all a good laugh.
Not a single time i cough,
while remaining empty of love.
Wishing a round wheeled cart full of stuff,
but here i sit with cigarettes taking a puff.
I sweep the air whisking away the dove,
while my horse eats from the trof.
Just make sure i stay above,
the sea that dances so very rough.
©emilylewis
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