White and the shadows 

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“The contrasts between light and shadow, black and white, darkness and bright are quite breathtaking” Gun Roswell 

White and the shadows 

The starkness of the non coloured smooth surfaces, the edges and points of the darkening shadows, causing spikes of interest in the corner of the onlookers eyes. The plain fields filled with nothing and also everything, even with the lack of colour, only the changing of light making the non permanent fixtures wherever they strike. And, for the careful observer, there is much more there than that to be found, as the patterns hidden slowly start to emerge from the top to the ground, and sometimes even surge up from all the levels never reachable until visible with the changing of day and night. 

The continuous struggle, the fight of coming to life, whether a shadow or a blip of light, continues on the walls of eternity, for those whom seek to see, as without the struggle there would be no light nor shadow, simply a whole plain of greys, but then again, maybe some of us could find the nuances and structures inside those planes as well. It is simply the matter of searching and then finding out what those are, as it really is, mostly art and that is a good start.

Light and shadow and a few monuments too

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“There is light and there is darkness and in between them, a shadow lies“ Gun Roswell

Light and shadow and a few monuments too

The all human made monuments, standing tall, without any kind of torment
Not just in the brightest of day lights but also in the dankest of nights
But sometimes there are shadows in that specific area all in the grey light
And inside there those supposed inanimate objects of art will come to life
During a time when no one is watching, the monuments are totally glowing
With different kinds of bright, filling their shadowy void with so many lights
But this sight is not for mere mortals to see, but a special occasion indeed
Still, if you happen to be lucky enough and happen to stumble upon such
Then a privilege as such this is for you, as being one of the chosen few
To be able to see the enchanted dance, which has been going on since ancient past
And will only last for mere moments, in their shadowy hideout, ending without
A doubt in a great bang, which songs of the old minstrels sang, and dang
If you the wholesome spectacle did miss, but hey, no need to get pissed
As maybe one day you too, will find that shadowy tune, and then sparkle with
All that powerful and overwhelming colourful light, just between darkness and the light