Gypsy WomanA Poem by Fran MarieMy tarot cards hold destiny. lines in hands tell your story.. Ripe as mango fruit sweet juice of life flows from within your veins you stand on the ridge of golden years as an army of angels play the angelical music of the harp. perhaps the cards show no kindness yet it is necessary to be truthful than to say there is much hope in future relations of any kind.. no residual love awaits ,,, I see these things for I am that Gypsy Woman
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