She was fierce.
She was wild and night-time.
A heart so gigantic
she could paint a picture world-wide.
Her style was her own.
Her spirit is unchained.
Liberated running away from society
touching the earth with her bare feet,
it embraced her soul,
leaving her breathless and carefree.
A natural and appearing
like a field of flowers,
bright and magical.
She was a kaleidoscope of colors
living enchantingly under the moon at night,
and cheerfully in the sun
with its radiance and light.

Daydreamer in the sun,
deep thinker at night under the moon.
Her soul is awakened to a kicky spirit,
as she walks along the shore
barefoot on the dunes.
She is a wanderer with a wild heart,
brave and fearless.
Peace seeker living in harmony and freedom,
traveling along her path,
she has never been a follower or a leader.
Her eyes brilliantly glow in the light,
along with her captivating smile,
as she meets kindred spirits
on her travels and stays for a while.
Musings about her past dreams,
she buried her lost love turning it to stone,
hence writing a love story Gypsy once lived,
now spending her days writing poetry peaceful and alone.