That Beautiful Picture

A picture came into my mind,
Filled with beauty of its kind.
I knew not who its artist was,
Nor knew the underlying cause.
The colour, lo behold!
Could warm any heart cold.
The stroke so perfect,
The eye cannot see defect.
To which master's loving gaze,
Fell this artistic maze?
That time seem to slip,
From its own grip.
My mind let go that image,
Back to reality engage.
That's when I see,
The beautiful picture is me.

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