(An original poem by Yablonsky, structured in the Fibonacci sequence)
Love.
Hate.
Both grow.
Both burn bright.
One heals, one scars.
One builds bridges, one digs graves.
Love whispers soft like rivers flow,
hate howls like storms that never go.
Love lifts the lost, mends shattered souls,
hate feeds on pain, leaves empty holes.
Love takes the hands of broken men,
turns wounds to roots and lets them mend.
Hate steals the breath from tender trust,
leaves words like ashes, cold and crushed.
They twist like vines in heart and mind,
a tangled dance of fate entwined.
Yet love endures where hate will fade,
for warmth outlives the longest shade.
Visuals by Yablonsky
Image accompanying this poem were conceptually directed by Yablonsky, aligning with the theme of love and hate.
