Like the mystical flower, seen here then there,
The lovely wild maiden, spring laden
Showst its non-periodic rare; not to care,
Stupefied eyes gaze but settlement ridden.
O flowery lass, thy breeze-driven gyrations
Prop winy drops upon tongues,
Still, thou unapproachable to focussed vibrations,
Through thy escapements caravan moves, singths.
How can thou be so heartless!
Not to fix eye somewhere for someone,
And always fly away without bestowing a single kiss!
What a classy heart to be won!
Gypsy girl, thou spread beauty’s message:
Sudden full arrival, lost then in a haze.
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