Colors

There is a pile of light-blue
Jumbled up with white
It could have been left behind
They're here often enough
I try to make them leave
But they end up staying here
All I can think of is
Those few colors
As one color is mixing and mixing
The other is being painted on a canvas
While another is filling in the blanks
To a mystery masterpiece
For the perfect art piece of
Light-Blue and White
These few colors
Add the finishing touches
To make our world not seem so
Black and white

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