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path beyond genocides
sun bleeding sunset
awakens this caravan
I sat beside her
She speaks in Persian gardens
guardian guest living
quenching quest
where love is the only way to remember
I was among them stitching ruffled riddles
hidden in each hemmed dress
once a wagon a wheel
look into these moth like eyes
tell me wind
Sinti
you are my mother
kite like we leave
as we share a brew
I see her in circles
in waves as we speak
I listen to each word
falling from her painted lips
sister my sister
Sinti
within curled smoke
her cigarette weaves
smoke signals
our grandmothers sit
in kindled flames
and we listen
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awakens this caravan
I sat beside her
She speaks in Persian gardens
guardian guest living
quenching quest
where love is the only way to remember
I was among them stitching ruffled riddles
hidden in each hemmed dress
once a wagon a wheel
look into these moth like eyes
tell me wind
Sinti
you are my mother
kite like we leave
as we share a brew
I see her in circles
in waves as we speak
I listen to each word
falling from her painted lips
sister my sister
Sinti
within curled smoke
her cigarette weaves
smoke signals
our grandmothers sit
in kindled flames
and we listen
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Published 8th Oct 2024
Author's Note
dedicated to my grandfather who had gypsy blood, he came from Sinti gypsies from France., Manouche I have learned that Sinti gypsies may come from Persia, India, Asia, etc. So I am part gypsy too!
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