She set down by the waterfall <br /> took out her crayons <br />and drew. <br />Her amber eyes were almond shaped <br />so deep and deep set <br />crayons created her atmosphere, <br />the waterfall <br />-she could not hear <br />-she did not understand its language <br />every color she chose became her scars <br />pink, blue, violet, yellow, orange.. <br />in circular motions of her hand <br />she marked them. <br />She was left behind <br />in the city of circumstances.<br /><br />Kasia Fedyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colors-89/
