Imagine slowly, so the vision doesn't fade.
Sunshine and rain.
Both contribute to this world,
but from here, only one visible at a time.
Step back to see the whole,
gathering the authenticity caged.
This fear of spreading truth dividing,
aloud in the sun, but vacant in rain.
Too bad it takes both to be whole.
No apologies given,
none even thought of,
as the image becomes clear.
Without the rain,
the sun would fade.
And this existence
would become Grey.



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