Poetry ~ Rose Colored Destruction
Breath of the Gypsy, whipping through buildings, sending papers to nowhere. Traveling every nook, dilapidated. Until it flaps browned timeworn curtains. Blood of the Gypsy, flowing gutted waters. Carving a path. Splashing to and fro without clear purpose. Never journey’s ending will come. No respite from wearying path. Kiss of the Gypsy, still on lips. […]