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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