A Perfect Painting

Perfect painting

An azure, sinless sky
a whisper of white clouds
and a yellow sun.

The canvas was big
but the painter got bored
walked home.

It rained in the night
canvas, dark and ominous
the artist was contented.

Painting, just the way
it was intended,
but he didn´t bother to sign it.

poem by Oskar Hansen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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