Faded by Jaya Khurana, Age 10 (inspired by William’s Writers’ Workshop, May 1, 2021)

The creaking of doors is loud in the silence The whistling wind never comes to a halt The presence of a ghost is barely noticed, for it doesn't make a sound Sliding Gliding Riding in the wind, weaving through the shielding pines Sliding Gliding Riding in the wind, feeling lost, empty and faded.