A Blank Canvas

There is a blank canvas, my heart,
waiting to be painted upon.

 

There is the paint brush, my mind,
ready to dance with color.

 

But the paint, my passion,
is dry, brittle and flaky.

 

No creation can come of it,
No paint; no masterpiece,
No passion; no dream come true.

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