"She has a look," I said of not altogether belonging today. She has a fiery soul that cannot be tamed. She has free spirit that cannot be maimed. She moves with the wind, and flow with the river. Just when you think she is finished,she declares I've just begun. Like wild flowers,she grows where she decide to push through fallow ground. Like wild fires,she spread with the speed, that can't be drowned. She has mystery in her blood,magic in her touch and regardless of the frame. She can be to much wild woman She is not predictable ,controllable, nor the people pleasing kind. That's called she is wild woman and can never be defined.