I saw her first
That cool Fall day
She was taller and much older.
Her hair
tainted in golds
Danced in the nonexistent winds.
She stood in a way
That transformed her scars
Into grace.
Her long coat
Whipped against her energy
That contained strength and love.
She couldn't help but laugh
As I stop suddenly
With disbelief.
And she teases
Don't be silly
You are me.
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