different colors
are seen everywhere
we're running through
mountains
gliding behind winds
but they are rather
and yet to be seen
every glipse
hit by the sunglight
the clearer we see
the lighter they became
we touch it
but we see it
choosing what is best
to be fitted
as it should be
the fruits,
the food,
the clothes-
they even wear these
humans also do
but nothing counts
more
by choosing the
right color
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