Colors
The purest tint is but a canvas bare
in wait of rapture from a master's brush,
for all the pigments of the palette share
in placid beauty as their color's blush.
Though ev’ry hue unveils to radiate,
reflecting self within an opus scrawl,
the blending of diversities create
a masterpiece of unity for all.
But without light, illumination's lost
thus, shading beauty’s luminance in gray.
Within the darkness, all shall bear the cost
for putting such discolor on display.
For unity to bathe in brilliant light,
the colors of the palette must unite.
Host: Mark toney
Marathon Contest - Mile 9
7-21-22
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2022
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