Nowhere

The breeze was a bit playful,
You know, like a happy child
Lapping only for her attention
And there was her mock annoyance,
Reflecting from the brisk strides,
Blending into the surrounding wind;
The story, though goes nowhere from here
For the strands winked, but a bit too far 
And hence, in this merry-go-round affair
Let's allow his heart to beat a little faster.