visualize them into shapes and colours,
it would be a whirlwind of ribbons and shreds,
an elegant weave of streams and sharp turns,
a splash of colours - dark and alive,
something to behold.
And thus we see,
the lapping of the waves,
the push and pull between the two,
the pendulous dichotomy,
of heart and mind.
If I could articulate my heart,
now, that is a different story entirely.
A constant thrum, of beats and rhythms.
It is speckled with change, expected,
but the tune, it never changes.
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