There was a maiden, fair as can be. Her hair glistens in the light of the sun, shimmering a bright golden color that perfumes a light scent of chamomile and honey. Her fair skin as bright as ivory and as soft as a petal of a flower. Her eyes are followed in a book, a never ending search into a realm of beauty and passion. They follow the poetic lines of a tranquil place, inside the memory of her lonely space where she is remained at peace - lost in the realm of words that surround her and engulf her mind, body and soul.
She remains serene and quiet, she is more of a listener than a speaker. For every moment she opens her lips to speak, she is nearly soft spoken and often not heard - unless perhaps she is singing. For when she sings, the near by birds follow her tune and listen note by note singing along with the fair maiden. She is seen as a siren, an inhuman being to some ; For her beauty is far from beyond this realm. For whomever it may seem, many oppose to come to realization that she is real and see her as a myth - a figment of imagination. For no fair beauty is bound to be alone in this world.
And yet she remains, forever in the depths of her mind. Only hoping and focusing on her life. She keeps to herself, and see's that she is not alone. For the nature around her keeps her company and sane. Only dreaming can pass the time; dreaming in the world of her own.
Time may pass, seasons may change. She will still remain the same, but only her mind will stray. Her passions, dreams, and desires are to be for told - her search will be far and wide until she has reached the point of pure happiness.
Many lessons are to be taught, Adventures are to be had, and tales are to be told.
But she will never forget all the people she met - and everyone she loves.
"All of our dreams can come true,
if we have the courage to pursue them"
Always questing art ♥
◄ By BopuTofu