Gypsies.

Poem - ATC

My dark and twisted friends

let us dance and feast in color

Drifting together you are

Never alone.

Strange and stupid clowns

They will play with fire

and you will not help but smile

as you drink strange herbs that

make you climb the furniture. 

A world of magic and wonder,

of stories mythed and tailed in truth and splendor

the hazy memories will be the only curse my gypsy friends

will leave you with forever. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the Gypsies I met in Europe. They accepted me for I had the spirit of laughter, dance and song. Also I brought the gin, whiskey and rum with. I like the places and visions you create by your words and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

I am honoring the gypsie life with some rum right now ha

[Coyote Poetry]

Rum can be good.

[sinNsincerity]

I live this poem, thank you for sharing!

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Wonderful :) I'm pleased you could relate

[sinNsincerity]

anytime! =D