Cy Cascade

Goddess Village






Gypsies tumble and roll, their souls drifting into
the pool of life.
Love and mystics, cards and song.
Is it possible we all seem to get along?
"Splash!" a ripple runs through.
Two droplets competing for the same drop of dew.
Alas, tomorrow all is anew.
Lost forever
the moment we knew.

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