Sunday, August 26, 2012

A Gypsy Girl

An adolescent gypsy girl,

Tanned of skin,
Sitting across the lake,
contemplates the stagnant water.
She meets herself in the mirror of water,
 And finds herself as the water is.
 Air smears the water;
Water blots her smiling face.
She seeks herself again,
But finds only unruly waves.
She murmurs,
 “ You waves do not shelter me
  As mankind has done”

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