Through a dirty window

I glance outside
The window
As my train halts
For a signal.

I see a painting
Right there
On my regular route
To school.

A perfect painting
Trees, hills
A setting sun
Clouds and the horizon.

The complete landscape
Right there
All that was missing
Was a canvas and paint
Some paintbrushes.

And a person
Who could paint,
Of course.

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