[Not graphics] Together with the poem, I also wrote this prose for my department's publication literary exhibit. This is also my first written prose. Unlike the previous one, it is now written in English language.
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Of Turntable, Vinyls and A Poem of Hope
There was a boy who couldn't see. He would always visit her grandmother's house to play music on her old turntable. He loved to play her grandmother's pieces of vinyls. But among the songs that he played, the sad songs were his favorite. One day, he met a girl who loves to read poems. She had a chapbook with her and so she read a poem for him. His face lit up, his eyes glimmered, and his mouth fell open as the words filled the sky and the poem moved his soul in a way that nothing made him feel that way before. She would visit and read him poems day after day. He loved them all. But just like his favorite songs, the sad poems were his favorite. So she began reading them everyday.
Until one day, sad poems were all he could read. As the days passed by, the sky—that was blue—was slowly turning gray. She noticed that it had been weeks when she had last seen his smile. The boy she knew was gone. She wondered why and so she asked him. He shook his head and his mouth formed a smile. "Thank you for the gift of poetry. Thank you for showing me sorrow. Thank you for giving me hope. And it is time for me to go and find happiness."
