We are harmony,

but harmony isn’t always easy.

Sometimes it’s loud—

a clash of opposites,

red screaming across from green,

purple daring yellow to rise to the challenge.

But when they meet just right,

they create something bigger than the fight.

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Analogous—

we walk side by side,

softly blending,

sharing borders without losing ourselves.

Blue and green,

like oceans kissing the shore,

like hands brushing but not quite holding.

There’s peace in the closeness,

a reminder that we don’t have to be the same

to belong.

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Triadic—

we are bold together.

Three points of a triangle,

balanced, bright,

a dance of contrasts that sing in unison.

Primary or secondary,

we shine brightest when we hold each other up.

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Monochrome—

the simplicity of staying still,

of finding depth in one thing.

It’s not less—it’s focus.

It’s the beauty of seeing all the layers

within what seems singular.

Harmony isn’t about being the same.

It’s about finding the rhythm

in our differences.

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Together,

we create a song

that couldn’t exist alone.