With slow and silent burning
slithering on the calypso ghost of memories
Like a cigarette, I shower sparks of illusion
leaving behind the trails
and symbols of ephemereal truth
in abundance
Incsence wafting like cuckoo's calling
smoke arising and wrapping itself
around the moment now and the path trod Years behind me
Years ahead of me
in victories, in defeats
I'm still burning the flame of my firefly words
Keeping alive the tradition of a gypsy wandering
Gathering beads and golden leaves to garland my solitude
The wooden tray of this moment burns like cigarette
The years
like embers
glow translucent
in a crystal ball
of yearning!
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