The Colour Panel
I can feel the different shades dancing inside my body. Darkness bows and lets brightness take the lead. They tease each other in a game of cat and mouse. Brightness often wins but darkness never makes me forget his presence. It demands to be felt, even on the clearest of all summer days. One drop can be enough to plant a seed, the more I feed it, the more it grows. It crawls up, but the light remains, standing strong and tall, in search for a ray of sun to make it bloom again.
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