Gypsy Caravan

“Like a swift wind, things come and go but angels like you linger”

(November 19, 2007)

October sprung a November fall

As minstrels and fiddlers

Play to their marching tunes

To the heavens these hands

Raised to an overture

Swift winds blew

These winter blankets

Pallid just like ice

Swathed in frost

Angels heeding call

Taketh thee to this flight

Where golden rays

Warmeth this wandering ghost

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