Far From Grace

Far From Grace

A Poem by Gypsy Dreamer
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Recalling a past time and place with a regretful longing.

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Wind blowing, I hear your call...
it takes me back to a place...
on a ridge, not far from home...
how I long to see your face.

Deep set eyes, sky blue the color...
a perfectly sculpted nose...
soft full lips, which touched on mine...
in your hand, one red rose.

Strong hands, that welcomed work...
the strength of three men...
trusting, loyal had no idea...
the price of my dreadful sin.

Stresses me so, to remember things...
a demon was in control...
as hard as I try, some things won't  come...
buried deep, inside my soul.

Laying back my head, closing my eyes...
gypsy wind hits my face...
tear drops form, fall from eyes...
for I fell far from grace.






© 2011 Gypsy Dreamer


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WOW, so very powerful. I can feel this one inside of me. I have been here before. I know part of this write myself. Sorry you had to go through this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


All is good in the world now... for now.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on August 29, 2011
Last Updated on September 2, 2011
Tags: Gypsy Wind, Ridge, Blue, Rose, Sin, Stress, Demon, Soul, Eyes, Grace