Gypsy Romance

Lassy I be

gentle

wandering

wondering

small hamlet

more there must be

to this life I lead.

Rambling Rose.

That was a name they gave me.

Tumbleweed Tillie…..

another one.

My toes did tap

my feet did walk

trapped in one spot

I could not.

Country lanes

city highways

quiet

solitude

much better

the noise

the bustle

all that hustle

not for a simple woman like me.

What am I looking for?

What is it that I sought?

Even I knew not

what would soothe

ache in my soul

yearning

missing that special…..

something.

In circular fashion

home I came

dusty

tired

still uncertain…..

I could continue

looking yonder

for what I search

or I could turn eyes inward

learn to love myself again.

©June 17/20

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