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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gypsy
[time] => 2004-06-18 12:17:23
[hometext] => hi...i use a word in this poem, zingara-it's italian for gypsy thanks, comment appreciated ~Calista
[bodytext] => Gypsy April 11, 2004 Idle hands are shaking, As they grasp from heart to heart. Wandering eyes that watch life grey, Wisdom held in silence, show. Pure in spirit, yet lost in soul, Solitary hearts that surrender minds, To idle lifestyles, idle times. One armored maverick weeping hollowed tears, Shelter rare with no protection, The azygous mind wilted, in imperfection. Zingara standing in the dawn, Ceasing aches that are foregone. A fleeting image quivers in reflections, At the feet of a costumed maid. Visions hazed when wind has stirred, Departed, is the lonesome light. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Calista [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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