She is a wild child with a gypsy soul
She dances with the stars, sings with the birds, and flows with water.
She has a free spirit, a reckless mind, and a rebel heart.
She swam across the ocean, climb across the mountain and fly across the moon.
She hassles with the opposite, tussled with storms, and a scuffle with odds.
On one fine day, love captured her heart and entangles her soul.
Her eye shined with hope, but her vision got faded.
Her heart glazed like the fire but her spirit burned into ashes.
Maybe, love has filled her heart, but her soul is vacant.
Maybe, now she owns the sky, but her wings are clipped.
Maybe, now she owns the castle but the doors are locked.
Maybe, she is having a soulmate but now she disowned her soul.
Maybe, just like a moon, she is losing a part of her every day with the HOPE to be the whole again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem