Gypsy Lady Spell

Laughing and giggling in the back,
you hear a bird go yack, yack, and yack.
More is said then meets the eye,
you have to figure out, how and why.
Yes, it is the Gypsy Lady who has
cast a spell on you,
you go to her for answers and how to break through.
Incense smoke fills the air,
you sit on a comfy antique chair.
Gypsy lady sits down with a colorful full deck,
you think to yourself- what the heck?
Cards are drawn, laid out neatly in a row,
she gives you prophecies you want to know.
You are happy, then you are sad,
you don’t know if the reading is built on quick sand.
Then you have more questions to ask,
you know that is the Gypsy’s lady’s allure
and you know you will be back.
Written By Christina Sunrise on November 25,2011

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poem by Christina Sunrise
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