The Colors Met

White went to the place

The place where-

She knew Black

for the first time

The wind blew slowly

Caressing White's face when-

she stepped on the road

and--

tried not to remember the time-

The time when the story started-

The story of two colors

that involved Black and White

As her feet stepped on that place, White smiled

Because she thought that-

she did not remember Black anymore

3...

2...

1...

The beautiful smile disappeared

When she looked at the smile-

The smile of that color-

Black

At the first time,

Nothing she did-

Nothing she said-

Then--

Black gave his hand

So did White

Their hand met--

They smiled to each other--

Their eyes told something-

Something that should not be told-

Something that should not be felt-

Because they are still different