Invisible Poem by Lahnee A.

Invisible



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.

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Ena Wojcik 03 May 2009

i like this poem, it's very unique.

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