The WatercolorA Poem by thebrokenwillow
Poised brush. Blank canvas. Slashing. Swirling. Dabbing. Dipping. It is me. The creation of Royal Blue Sunny Yellow Lime Green Coal Black Blood Red The pieces of me. Then it is tossed Gathering all of the Dirt Dust Grime On the floor The ones that light me Brilliant Blinding Invigorating They drop water Small Tiny Dots They pour water Flooding Like Rivers To Wash Me Away The watercolor is ruined I Am Gone © 2008 thebrokenwillowAuthor's Note
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Added on April 13, 2008AuthorthebrokenwillowBangor, MEAboutMy name is Kay and Im just your average teenager fighting for her identity. I cant tell you how hard that is, living with four other siblings, but I guess you can imagine. I .. more..Writing
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