In her mystic gaze
the wandering of aeons
Absolute freedom,
dance without end
The music of her voice
embeds ancient melodies
Her kiss, sweet and intoxicating
the taste of the olympian drink hides
She was never caught
never trapped in place or time
Mystic gaze, ancient melodies and intoxicating kiss.. Wonderful poem Kostas
Thank you! A young gypsy woman that I saw in the bus was the inspiration of this poem.Taking the bus can be a very inspiring experience!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful description of a gypsy queen, a lovely poem.
Thanks a lot for your kind comment