Might look perfect;
without grey spots and marks.
Yet in the back may lurk shadows;
a black bank of clouds swooping down,
bleaching the colours.
Nothing is forever, time tells, time heals.
Shadows tend to get washed out,
disappear when one finds inner peace within oneself.
Life is short, it should be foremost filled with pleasure and happiness.
Yet without its duller, dark side we would not know the other. ©Titania
Omnia causa fiunt; Everything happens for a reason; (non certa)