Thoughts of the Mind 6
Published in
Apr 25, 2017
I met a young gypsy
She was kindred in spirit
And we touched it seemed to light a spark
She held my hand, Just like a friend
And I knew it had began
My depiction of this sacred art
She’d knit pick about the colors
And I’d point out the shapes
But in the end, neither of us right
The one thing that stayed the same
There was no difference in the name
But as one we could see —the lightLove and light — Reticence
