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Gypsy Jazz
The woman from the forest
In to sip espresso,
Skin so soft so clear
Color of the crema,
Deep dark eyes
Sparkling smiling always
Somehow we speak about
The Cikan – the Roma – Gypsies –
Guitars echo
Gypsy jazz,
Too soon her cup is done
And she is gone,
Quickly silently
As
she came.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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