• thiswildadventure 5w


    She is a golden haired nympth,
    a gypsy dancing;
    Living in the wind,
    spinning, twirling, softly laughing.
    An olivine spirit, caught on the breeze,
    evening Emerald eyes;
    Heart a thundering hoof beat,
    restless sighs.
    She is a whirlwind,
    the earth tearing at her wrists and clothes,
    Rain soaked skin,
    round and round she goes.
    Salt water rushing through her veins,
    A lovely sprite, listless, made to roam;
    A reveler in music filled days,
    A sad heart with a hopeful soul.