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Gypsy Feeling

 
Born and bred in the forlorn bled  
I've seen fake,the truth never said  
The town i've fled, Nature instead  
Gypsy in the blood, little i am fed  
   
I live quite on the margin, self-satisfied  
I have mountains, and the pastures wide  
A shepherds' friend, the herd by my side  
A friend of words and the world in mind  
   
i've learnt to smile in my enemies' faces  
I've learned to stand in the saddest cases  
The wisdom i gained from the lives taken  
Deepened by death, so not to be mistaken  
   
I love the books, read not written  
And the dusty pathways most beaten  
The flat lands never been trodden  
Clean; the morning grass dew-sodden  
   
There is birth in the early rise  
There is death when the mind dies  
And wise is he who still meditates  
'Pon any truth seeking nerver awaits  
   
Happiness is only for carelessness  
Awareness, is the very painful sadness  
Were i never  born with the Alphabets  
A peasant would be happier in the fields

 
 
Bled- French word for a lost place
Written by poeticdelight (SilentlySpoken)
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