The Painting


A vacated room

With nothing at all

Except one painting

That hung on the wall


A beautiful painting

Very well done

A perfect landscape, 

I vibrant sun


The room was bright

With the warmth it reflected

Perfectly realistic

The painting perfected


Though it was gorgeous,

There were very few

To ever see its beauty

In that vacant room


Although it was beautiful

People only saw

The tear through the middle

Its one and only flaw


It was secluded

From the public's view

That is the damage

That one tear can do


The beauty disapeared 

Behind the tear

Because it wasn't perfect,

They no longer cared


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