Gypsy of note

So that gypsy of note opened her door

to the worse than ever before

and watched in dismay as her wagon wheels

buckled then broke under the weight.

She toiled all day until dawn broke

in attempts to repair the damage

but, lo and behold, the rain fell down

and her wagon got stuck in the mud.

There followed then the stress and strain

to release and uplift the entrenched

but finally too tired to move

she succumbed to the rain and mud.

Exhausted she lies and calls to the wild

that claims life in the deep within

to bless her with two gigantic wings

to fly free from the deeply entrenched.

And her voice with the wind journeys afar

to a place she still has to know

but she waits like a maiden with grace

sometimes in and sometimes out

that exulted state.

  

She waits and calls again, again,

but she knows wings won’t ever be real

because they are and will always be

just the strength to be happy in mud!

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