Somewhere between the Colours, White found Solace


A white Canvas laid on the stand and waited..... 
For something more than silence. 
That's how the colours of different shades Splashed their way into the empty pathway. 

Some crimson Reds danced,
While some Blue hues gave the raged colour a peaceful view. 

The playful Orange  created an aura of the happiness in the air, 
The Vibrant Yellow spread the purity. 

Somewhere between the Chitter Chatter of these colours the white canvas found Solace... 

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