Sometimes, the colors come crashing

a visual pugilist,

daring confrontation

as if they had been sent there by the sun.

Others, wind in sideways

hoping not to be noticed

muted tones belying their existence.

While some, combine the two

blending the meek and the wild

the angry and the soothe

Balancing the energies of the Universe.

Sometimes, I like the bold.

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