Nomad

She comes from everywhere and nowhere,
A wandering nomad in her own right.
Something about her just makes people stare
She presents quite a peculiar sight.

Her skin is pale, like freshly fallen snow
With long red hair and a disarming smile,
Her eyes light up with a radiant glow
She takes pride in not knowing what's in style.

In clever words and books her joy is found,
On her imagination she relies.
She longs to fly but is trapped on the ground.
She refuses to believe the world's lies.

This is a dreamer with a heart of stone.
This is a girl used to being alone.