I Was With The Gypsy Folk Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

I was with the gypsy folk
They had me
sing
to their donkeys
Gold earrings
in our nose
singing to the New Moon
wear an
amulet,
my sweet
for you are so
elysian
that a warring tribe will take you as their bounty
wear the
jewel of afghansitan
around your girth
and you will remain
a daughter to us
I was with the
gypsy folk
i took the place of
the daughter
and took the place of the New Moon
much singing was had
and
they won me back