Gloomy Days, Serene Nights

our mind is like the winter.
cold, matured, senesced, rational and silent.
our heart is like the summer.
warm, innocent, vernal, vehement and vibrant.
they are polar opposites.
however, when we write, those two are fused.
the heart be the faucet of feelings,
while the mind distillate it.
turning obscure emotions into plethora of words.

[ this book contains a compilation of poems made by yours truly. there might be some mistakes and grammatical errors, please let me know if you spot some. i also appreciate feedbacks and critiques, so feel free to do so. that's all, enjoy reading!]

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