In the untold essence of night
Vision is nothing but perceived.
In the silence too deep for a muggle
What soared high was her dream.
To do or not to, forever confused
She laid down but never asleep.
Starry sky would make her think about
Life in a faraway world; which was
Distant in thoughts but never in her dreams.
She smiles bright
Loud enough like the noise in her mind
Mystery in her look
Not so empty pages of her book,
All spoke something about her
But She is in search of the something -
A quintessential girl with Little Dreams!
