A Poem's Thought, A Thought's Dream
Skilled hand crosses, thick,
draws lines with chalk stick.
A Heart is born, but not quite norm,
image unique, divinely sleak.
Master's fingers move,
guiding picture smooth.
The Rose, it curls, red and pink swirls,
around the Heart, from bottom's start.
Watch me draw on air,
Love for you to stare.
For you, I draw, without a flaw,
perfect pictures, Lovers, Wishers.
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