Lonely silent tears fall on her
weather-beaten creased old brown face
under the silvery moonlight.
The jackal howls
splitting the serenity
of the barren and deserted land.
The cold wind
creeps stealthily into
her wounded heart.
Love is nowhere to be found.
The night is long
for this gypsy's
misplaced lament
Her hushed scream,
ceased to be heard
buried in the
dark and bitter
chamber of secrets.
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