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The lush beating of the drums, the elegant yet wild swaying of the hips, the gentleness of their fingers coupled with the shine of the blue moon as its shoal of darkness reveals a pitch-black sky.
My heart thumps, I hear ringing in my ears, I smell the sweet intoxicating aroma of
Cynoglossum officinale , literally ,Gypsy flower.
That is what I am . A 16-year-old, 5'11 ,curvy,not to mention the only half-American, half-Korean gypsy.
We are called the Dom people. We dance with our hearts as though we were in a trance. We sing to nature and live with it . We are the Dom.
I am Tigani Flori. My mother calls me Flori ,she says I have the skin white as snow that shines like our goddess. She says I have eyes as golden as the sun and hair as dark as the sky during and eclipse. I was named Tigani Flori meaning Gypsy flower.
Every morning I wake up to the chirping of the birds, I hear the singing of the wind, I see the lush green landscape full of life, I smell the Gypsy flower on the wooden table beside my bed.
I wish it had always stayed the same, no confusion, no anger , no fear. But like everything else in this world nothing was constant.
That day, that life , was to disappear from me forever.
As I ran to my Ringani, I heard an explosion, the world went black.The planet silenced itself enough for me to her my mother sing my lullaby.While holding my half-dead body ;tears sprinkling over my face.
"Rock a by gypsy flower on top, when the you wake up,you'll find a new world. When your eyes open, you'll find a fresh start. But don't forget darling your my gypsy flower."
Then the world chose to be silent.
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Gypsy Flower
RomanceI'm Half-American,Half-Korean. How the hell did I become A Gypsy? More than that , why am I "the Gypsy flower"? Even more confusing , who is this mysterious silhouette of a man I keep having "dreams" about? ** Read and find out, who, what, where an...
