They were different crowds that filled the pavements,
Gawpers and loafers, mainly, wandering aimlessly,
The great monuments a backdrop for tourist memories.
At their feet sat the dispossessed: slight, raven-haired,
Dirt under nails, a quiet defiance in stiletto smiles
As she begged for change and a friendly word,
Her youthful, gypsy beauty breaking on the street.
18th April 2015
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
