Gypsy by birth, with a wildness inside,
she was crowned queen, by her birthright.
"By laws of the tribe," she didn't abide,
under moonlit skies, dancing at midnight.
There's a wild spark, inside her dark eyes.
Named after her mother, a free "Spirit,"
in the darkness of the night, a wolf cries--
by her dance, cheered by public-spirit.
A glow can be seen, by little fireflies,
as all standby and watch in enchantment.
A true gypsy queen with all that implies,
all in this night, filled with entertainment.
Flames by the fire, crackling wood sounds--
Men watch with glee, as her beauty astounds.
© Debbie Altiparmakis, All rights reserved.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
Gypsy by birth, with a wildness inside,
she was crowned queen, by her birthright.
"By laws of the tribe," she didn't abide,
under moonlit skies, dancing at midnight.
There's a wild spark, inside her dark eyes.
Named after her mother, a free "Spirit,"
in the darkness of the night, a wolf cries--
by her dance, cheered by public-spirit.
A glow can be seen, by little fireflies,
as all standby and watch in enchantment.
A true gypsy queen with all that implies,
all in this night, filled with entertainment.
Flames by the fire, crackling wood sounds--
Men watch with glee, as her beauty astounds.
© Debbie Altiparmakis, All rights reserved.
