FANATIC
The cold breeze touched her cheeks, As if to caress like the mother, Like waves in the dark blue sea, Her curls hit against her gentle face, Passing through her golden tresses, The curious breeze moved ahead to touch another, While the Fanatic stood their gazing, Her eyes brightened by the moonlight so strong. The starry sky gave a prideful look at the eyes below, “How could you shine brighter than mine?”, asked the sky. Lovingly the eyes replied, “It’s the happiness around that make me sparkle!” The sky twinkled thereafter like never before. That’s what happiness does to all! To the rhythm of the rustling trees, The chattering waves went dancing to and fro, While the Fanatic enjoyed the chaotic silence, The crickets decided to chirp all night long. The breeze seemed to carry sand along, Spreading a salty fragrance all around, Carefree, she stepped into the water, It tickled her sole and touched her soul, Carrying her back to her childhood, The water gave her back the days ...