The heart is like an artist’s canvas
Like a canvas pure and untouched
before the artist paints or the poet writes
The heart is where dreams begin to take shape
and where dreams may even find the spark they need to take flight
If one searches their heart the extraordinary
place it is, they may find the key to a dream
they never knew they held deep inside
This poet must tell all those who read
the poem she now writes that
The truth is some of the most precious
gifts she holds dear have come from
dreams born from the deepest canyons
of her heart
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