Maybe our heart is like an ear
For it can hear
Maybe our heart is like the skin
For it can feel
Maybe our heart is like a glass
For it can be broken
Maybe our heart is like an enemy
For it can deceive
Maybe our heart is like a butter
For it melts
Maybe our heart is like a dough
For it can be softened
Maybe our heart is like a plant
For it dies
Maybe our heart is like a cement
For it hardens
Maybe our heart is like a support beam
For it can be strengthened
Maybe our heart is like a monk
For it meditates
Maybe our heart is like a child
For it loves to play
Maybe our heart is like a fire
For it warms others hearts.
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