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The Gallivant GypsyThe Gallivant Gypsy3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
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The Gallivant Gypsy
Her skirt skims her hips,
The air kisses her lips,
The fire dances and she burns,
Like a lovable loop, she turns...
She is the oracle of the night,
She is for some kinsmen a knight,
She is the gallivant gypsy,
She is even slightly tipsy...
Her torso teases the tide,
Of the fanatic flourished flames,
Increasingly growing which hide,
Behind such a beauty. She blames
The fate to have forgotten the times,
When she could devour delicious limes,
When she could cry and whine all day,
Until the sorrow fades away.
For now she is this mild maiden,
Singing secrets to the soft skies,
Down below is Earth, she is Eden,