Into the wild,

she stepped whispering ,

and old trees closed its shadowy wings

smelling the sent of a jasmine .

Before her,

the endlessness lifted her arms,

as she reached for the moon,

that never forgets .

The hours of the slow rising sun

turned into a lovely dream.

The strangeness of a simple “get away”

carried her like a traveler above the stars,..

behind the valley of a child ,..

as fast as the heart beats of wonder,

as long as eternity,

soundless as silence ,

yet as loud as a symphony .

The pearls of a young grass

in her loose hair,

danced with an early birds song of her soul

to where she belongs.