Sometime. Someday. Somewhere
She longs for pleasures of solitude.
She wants to walk through the path of fire and feel the bitter warmth.
She wants to sink in profound oceans where no creature can search.
She wants to rise high so that she can feel the slight layers of air rush through her shoulders.
She wants to climb up there and peep what world exists beyond the blue.
She wants to crawl up a tree not so high and watch the green grass from above and refresh her dead eyes.
Now that, she felt the burns and warmth of fire,
Now that, she felt the waves and beauty of the water,
Now that, she felt the pressure and thrills of the air,
Now that she felt the green and respect of the land,
She is still roaming aimlessly,
With her soul that now has a mix of fire.
With her feet in the wild of the water.
With her hair dancing in the air,
and yet again no destination in mind.