Gypsy hearts beat wild and free,
Hunters of dreams on the road to be.
The road to Anywhere, the best road of all,
Where horizons whisper and adventures call.
Needle Travel spins stories anew,
The ticket agent smiles, knowing the view.
Travel bureau maps paths yet untold,
For prisoners of routine, for souls growing old.
An autumn road, where wildness thrives,
Leaves afoot, where true freedom arrives.
The morning song breaks with a tender kiss,
Whispering, “I was made of this and this.”
Grandser journeys to London’s embrace,
Seeking refuge, a familiar place.
The vagrant gypsy heart beats fast,
Beggar’s dreams and a Gorgio lad’s past.
The bride dances to the fiddler’s tune,
Underneath a wandering Romany moon.
A song of two wanderers, their spirits bold,
Chasing the promise of Romany gold.
In the wild heart of autumn’s sway,
Gypsy souls find their own way.
The best road of all is the one not yet begun,
A journey to Anywhere, where all become one.
Table of Contents constraint poetry project. In this constraint, a poetry anthology originally published in 1925 was used. In each chapter section, titles were organized by theme and used to create a new poem.

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