Born pure, white and empty.
Untouched by paint, it remains the same.
But it never lasts long, it became dirty.
Polluted by the colors again and again.
A new picture people called art,
Filled with vibrant colors to catch their eyes,
A picture that wins people's hearts,
Protected by millions of guards.
A pretty canvas, once unknown,
But now, its name travels far,
People are afraid of where it will go,
So, they spent a million gold.
Bought into a new home,
A museum, a place where people roam,
Seems it has been useless,
Just like when it was just an empty canvas.
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