The wind blows her hair,
And she stands still.
I see her there.
Invisible.
Wisps of purple cross her face,
And she stands still.
What is it like to be in her place?
Invisible.
Everyone can see me,
Yet she stands still.
Sometimes I wish I too could be
Invisible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this poem, it's very unique.