Aged Beauty
There was a beautiful painting
Sitting high on the wall
Painted perfectly
Pitching pridefully
Partial color
Taking time
To reveal its true definition
Admired by many
As guest walk by
Astounded
By hard work and dedication
The effort was less
Purity at its best
With silence
It caress
Something royal
Like a crest
Worshipped everyday
As i leave home
So precious
It could light up an entire room
Sing to me
A lovely tune
Remind me
Of why I painted you
For years to come
Ill pass it off
To show many
Where you come from
An Original
With an array
Of beauty everlasting
Priceless
And fragile
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