She is real but she doesn't live like real people

As the wind touches her face so smoothly,

As breezes flow gently as her hair looks bouncier ,

She knows somebody is missing her so much.

As the moon shines only at night,

As love may have its room in every season,

So long the dreamer shall breath this story narrates itself.

She was awake for awhile and now her eyes are closed again;

as she names it everyday,

'while the wind is still blasting, one must cherish every inch of it's luxury'

She looks up and smiles to the sky

She's spinning and hurdling like a little butterfly

and corny like violets as she blushes like she was kissed by an angel

Strange eyes could just wonder how long should a girl dream?

Glance after glance take a chance to glimpse;

these eyes just act humanly,

it is moist and humid as she misses the blows of gentle breeze,

as she's hoping for a sign another blast of nature flows by her face.

It is another dope that speaks for a soul,

A needy soul who misses a lover.

Oh joyful day for a dreamer!

Could she whisper through the wind;

not a single news is noted.

Be kind!

Let her fly in a strange city where love bonds through guts and breezes.

Just like in Chicago the windy city of America;

only this time it is neither emblematic nor original

She's a dreamer with a piece of paper on her hand;

however her soul learns no resistance.

Yet, folks of the common world named her as the one.

The one of a kind who lives in a dream.

This is a story which wont become a myth;

as it is still going on without a hint of an ending.

This air that she senses as gestures of adoration;

convey a sign of love by another deserted heart,

loveless!

Through air it travels with sorrows and tears.

She was told to live and to believe.

A piece of heart is always longing for her company;

thus the wind will touch her face every once in awhile.

She will return it with her gleaming whisk of amity,

for one day these two hearts shall become one,

as an essence as it was written in her inner thoughts.

It is ironic;

For a girl to live it up with faith in her eyes.

To act so in love against all odds.

This is a lover who stands by a promise with not a single doubt in her mind;

with one meaning to find her destiny- so heroic!

She is real who comes about in occasion like once in a blue moon,

with her mystery which shall rise every morning, as the sun shows up.