Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Outcast Gypsy Ladies
This city moves to the rapping of a drum. It is yet, full of strangers, and some who claim to be hungry. The outcast Gypsy ladies from India, refuse to allow it all to be. They dance to a jingle dream and their lives are mysterious lies.
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