In days of yore, where shadows dance,
The heart and mind in a ceaseless trance.
A tale unfolds in language old,
Of struggles told, of stories untold.
Heart spoke first, a yearning plea,
'We're drawn back in, can't you see?
Let us weave thicker walls, defy the frost,
Together we stand, at any cost.'
Mind replied in logical sway,
'Gone ghost we must, this is the way.
Thicker walls have failed before,
A fortress crumbles, a heart left sore.'
Yet the heart, resilient, dared to dream,
Of pushing through, a tumultuous stream.
'I refuse to go ghost, let love prevail,
In sturdy walls, our story we'll unveil.'
Mind, protective in its cold embrace,
'Foolish heart, know your place.
Decisions weigh on logic's scale,
Not in emotions that often fail.'
In this tale, the battle unfolds,
A struggle of warmth against reason's holds.
Feel the clash, a physical pain,
As heart and mind fight for the reign.
Through ancient tongue, the story is told,
Of battles fought, of stories old.
In the chambers where emotions reign,
A timeless conflict, a perennial strain.
Witness the dance of yesteryears' plight,
As heart and mind duel in the silent night.
Will emotions conquer, or logic stand tall?
In this ageless battle, hear the heart's call
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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