Running From the Fight

[arisma]

Running from the fight
I meet a girl
With hair of bronze
And shoes of gold
Her hair was frenzied
Her body was calm
I reached up to touch her
And she reached up, too
When our hands made contact
Hers was warm and wet
Mine cool and dry
She faded
Faded in a ripple
A ripple like in water
And I knew
She would always be with me
For she was my reflection
My reflection in a calm lake
I found
Running
Running from the fight

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-Ariana, age 9