
Story: Lily is a Gypsy
By: Adreyo Sen
I was lost in the endless green fields I had been in before.
Then I came upon that brighter green always kissed by the rain.
Gypsy women danced a storm in the fury of their sequined skirts.
And I knew their dance wove the rain into palaces for those they loved.
I came to them and they let the shyness of my feet disappear in the frenzy of their slender ankles.
I was. And I was never happier.
I woke, my heart still dancing.