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My Heart Is Like A Map by Molly

It holds rivers that curve and reach, like a snake with purpose,

who seeks a spot to lay its eggs


It beats a steady song, like the wind making clouds move


Its mountains reach as high as the tallest library bookshelves

Its canyons are as deep as a rabbit’s empty burrow

Its forests are as thick as an oversized, 1800’s chapter book


My heart listens to nature, holding the sounds like pages

turning in a book


On the map of my heart, home is marked with a gold and red string,

keeping the place of my favorite passage in a treasured book