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A distance from the park where I stood
Looking out the car window then everything stood still
In front the market there he stood
With a painting in his hands which caught my eyes
Like a magnet drawing me closer and closer near by
As I stare at the painting I felt completely lost
But yet so peaceful looking at the soothing colors
Staring at the sunset in the reflection of the endless river
As my eyes wonder further
It was him one of many
Who had such talent and skill
Whose work deserved to be praised?
Yet he was passed unnoticed day by day
I returned to town, yet
Days turn into weeks as this unknown artist stood there
There was still hope in his eyes
A true artist in disguise
With the hopes of his work to become noticed someday
Because before we attain greatness we usually struggle on the way
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