Romany Poem by Stefan Splawinski

Romany



living in a bright caravan
gipsy family of old stock
shawled women selling pegs
carved from a wooden block

survival on village fringe
knives to sharpen may find
divine future by palm line
people of a wandering kind

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Palm reading 1950's
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