I found few pieces,
Lying down on the ground,
I start collecting them,
Others opinions were frowned.
Each one of them showed,
the position of the next,
I felt as if ,
I'm playing a quest.
Beneath the river,
Inside the volcano,
Some were even buried deep into the ground,
But in the end I found,
Everyone of them,
But the wind gave me shivers,
I was wet by diving in the river,
For the pieces,
As I want to collect them.
Now, it was the time to rearrange them all,
The image got clear,
According to the progress all along,
The imagination got vivid,
I didn't expected to see,
But what I saw was a beautiful mystery.
I didn't knew what it was,
So I researched a little,
I found it wasn't was,
What it seems to be.
To know the full facts,
I researched the pieces again,
Now the picture was clearer,
As it wasn't a mystery again.
It turned out to be the painting everyone craves for,
The colors used were bright,
Covered with a damp darker shade,
It turned out to be life,
In a painting again.
Some said it was framed,
Some said it was fake,
I was impressed by the beauty,
I didn't cared what others said.
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