Young Adult and Middle Grades Writer and Book Reviewer. All the time dreamer...
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
She edges into the room, bit-by-bit,
And sometimes you don’t even see her,
But when you do,
She disappears just as quickly.
She is the ninja on the wind,
The noise at the door that is gone,
By the time you get there.
She’s always one step ahead, barely there.
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