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| Gypsy Wind Gypsies of the wind, moving, pushing clouds. Some white as snow while others drab an grey. Letting rain fall gentle, silent as a babies breath, others torrents hail as loud as bugles play. The silent gypsy nudges a cloud to a valley. The quiet countryside gets a summer shower. Rainbowed hues of many colors lighten up the sky. Earth trembles in the wake of thunders power. White feathers fill the air as snowflakes swirl and fall. Bare branches black and white a poetry card in motion. Evergreens wear brand new coats of Christmas morning. Shadowed drifts building a sea of snow white oceans. Gypsy moves the winds as autumn leaves are falling. The rustle of the hands of time when green turns to gold. Fluttered leaves of brown to feed and nourish earth. Nomadic breezes scattered laying a bed before the cold. Nature all unchanging since our time began. Wonders of the seasons as ones out and in another. Gypsies tireless efforts, stirring up the sky. Gentle breeze just a child, and Gypsy Winds the mother. Vision Quest <o.o> <-.-> � 2002 T Lovett |