Colors

December 9, 2008
By Yael Makow, Toronto, ZZ


I see the world through flashes of color

Static on my sweater, an omniscient silver

A dog catching frisbee, neon orange

An empty alleyway, a cool blue

Someone frantically screaming in the distance, bright emerald

Sometimes the color’s seep into each other

And one becomes unrecognizable from another

I then become lost, Lost within all the glorious colour

The author's comments:
I'm fascinated with color. It's amazing how there is always one specific color that is able to describe what you see or how you feel.

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