The sound of the deep chant

[myriam angelica]

The sound of the deep chant.
The sound of the Spanish mountain peasant`s
vernacular chant moves my dark, gipsy soul.

Gypsy, errant, alien soul walking along
the paths of far away fields in far away countries.
Now, nothing you have to give.

Sad, feverish soul which, in distressed steps,
walks on the desolate moors of not accomplished dreams
Errant, dark, alien, you cry in sadness.

[myriam angelica]

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A heauntingly beautiful poem that paints a lovely and yet sad scene.