The Flower Gypsy..................Quatrain
Who will buy my lucky flowers,
Picked by me today
She stood alone, a ragged form
Selling heather in a spray.
Sun baked face lined with time
With eyes of hazy mists
A ragged form, she stood alone
Weary but she persists.
Years past since she was young
Her memory lingers on
She stood alone, a ragged form
For her lover he had gone.
How they danced, how they loved
How can she e-er forget
A ragged form, she stood alone
And she ne-er shall regret.
Dreams of days gone by of old
Her breath a wistful sigh
She stood alone, a ragged form
A tear fell from her eye.
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