the love contained in a single entity
embraced in the arms of sagacity.
The foolish man to hold a gypsy in his arms,
Oh what a man that is,
A pity to his soul
That Gypsy girl has no value.
Not even her weight in gold.
Yet this foolish Russian man, danced with her,
Since time began.
Oh what a fool is he.
Yet she loves him with blissful glee.
~Indra Sian Valtchure
A value long since lost,
A prize worth its weight in gold.
A needed nessescity in life itself.
The merriement.
A merit of love, laughter and joy.
Wether it be from a marriage.
A birth.
Or the mere gathering of friends and other loved ones.
This be the truth in all merriement.
A blessing of that of which you are loved.
~Indra V. S. Valtchure
COMMENTS
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Angelus
13:57 Jul 13 2009
.. and I'm as sure
as sure can be
that the Russian
gentleman had
appreciated her
obvious glee, or
so it seems to me.