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Light and Darkness,
two opposing forces.
A bold indifference
to the vast array of color
being their sole commonality.
And yet,
there is Gray.
The marriage of these
polar opposites amidst
the spectrum of Light
births a new cavalcade of shades.
These Gray colors reflect
the best of both worlds.
This, as all things do, speaks of life.
From the light Gray joys of laughter
to the dark times of displeasure,
life too is on a boundless spectrum.
Happiness is thought of as a place,
the end of strife and birth of peace.
But the Light of your life
is truly the days forgotten.
The sun was never brighter,
wide smiles made the world a treat,
and it was always
the first bite of chocolate.
The Darkest times of our lives
are often thought to be in grief.
But what time will truly be darker
than our last?
Such is the human condition,
left to play with the pieces remaining.
Dreading all the way that final day,
ever longing for years passed.
It is better to approach the shades
as inquisitor of their teachings.
For all men have feared the Darkness—
and curiosity is the death of fear.
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