She will blaze through you
like a gypsy wildfire.
Igniting your soul and dancing
in its flames.
And when she is gone,
the smell of her
smoke will be the only
thing left
to soothe you.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
Gypsy Wildfire
She will blaze through you
like a gypsy wildfire.
Igniting your soul and dancing
in its flames.
And when she is gone,
the smell of her
smoke will be the only
thing left
to soothe you.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
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Yes, indeed. And sometimes, at night, I still catch a whiff of that smoke, more than a decade later. But she has gone beyond and dances among the stars, and a bird might be heard that speaks a single word. —- Lovely poem, Nicole.
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I would love to hear all about her one day, Bob ❤ Thank you for sharing.
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That will be quite a tale, maybe in the writing I would finally understand some of it.
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I think you should write that. Cathartic if nothing else. So much love to you, My Dear Friend ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole brings another poem of the Gypsy.
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Much love to you
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Scorching heartbreaker!!
Excellent read.
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