Gypsies dance
Among the trees
Their bright skirts twirl
Multicolored leaves
A shoulder bare
Dips in the air
A branch now cold
Lost leaves of gold
To the patchwork path
Where gypsies dance
Tattered scarves
Draping
limbs of graceful curve
Revealing gaping
Wounds both fresh and old
While whirling in the crisp, cold
Air, there gypsies dance
So fair the fireworks displayed
And brightly play
The leafy veils
Where heat prevails
A moment more
While gypsies dance and soar
Their scarves like fire
Dipping down
To brush the ground
Then soaring high
To graze the sky
Slowly fading scarves descend
Landing softly in the end
To rest at last
On patchwork path
Where gypsies danced
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For fun, I even recorded the poem in MP3 format; enjoy it HERE
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