A rainy day makes one write poems without rhymes.
Love is the strength that can climb thousands of mountains
and raises banners of victory
Hate cripples and sits one on a rusty wheelchair
Love is the ship that sails through seven seas
rides on top of collosal waves
and find treasures in the depths of the ocean
Hate drowns
Love is a garden in summer bloom
the rush of wind that brings fresh flower scents
the taste of crushed peaches
Hate is famine on a desert land
Love is the wink of a star
the orchestra of crickets
and a cup of warmth in the night
Hate is blanketless cold
I guess i can go on and on with love and hate metaphors but one thing is common to both of them. To love or to hate is a choice.
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