Nimbused Nomads Poem by Madrason .

Roma, Sin-ti, Tsigani
never welcomed
to just stay
praying an Ave Mary
almost everyday
three times three
and even more
clapping horse-steps
from a far before
the candles burning
here and there
a strung guitar
and in a flash they
lighten up like souls
which don't return
Auschwitz and Romania
Pakistan and India
urging and emerging
with great care
flowered skirts
which fly like birds
they're everywhere
winged girls who sing
feels like spring
has turned up
to repair.


Madrason 26 01-2014
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