Glorious Gypsy Queen
Fortune teller with beautiful face
Opened her wagon, a gorgeous place
Light and lithe, mysterious and lean,
She was the glorious gypsy queen.
I sat in awe of the candle’s glow,
Ready to see a tarot’s show.
A circus phantom not often seen,
She was the glorious gypsy queen.
She foretold a happy life for me.
Creating goodness, feeling carefree.
Self-assured, spectacular, wisely keen,
She was the glorious gypsy queen.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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