Stirred Poem by Kenzie Brown

Stirred



The silent serenity disappears
At the sight of you.
All is stirred into
A mixture of
Fire and ice.
Disintegrating at the touch
Of its opposite, and
Matching our affiliation.
Nothing is returned and
Nothing is given.
Living contrary to others,
Proof of our fallibilities.

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