Gypsy Magic
Something so magically engraved
In your heart’s memory
How do you put that into words?
A few Gypsy friends reunited
In a house on the poor outskirts
Of a Spanish town, to make music
They played the Flamenco on their guitars
Danced and sang their hearts out
Rhythmically clapping their hands
To the point where it hurts
And when it was all over, someone said:
“Wow, that was real old-time Gypsy magic!
Let’s not do this again, or else we will die!”
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- januari 23, 2015 / 6:44 am
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- English Poetry, Poëzie Algemeen
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