Colors - Poem by Kasia Fedyk
She set down by the waterfall
took out her crayons
Her amber eyes were almond shaped
so deep and deep set
crayons created her atmosphere,
-she could not hear
-she did not understand its language
every color she chose became her scars
pink, blue, violet, yellow, orange..
in circular motions of her hand
she marked them.
She was left behind
in the city of circumstances.
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