The great artist saw
A small point in his vision,
He tried to depict it
As a big point with true enthusiasm,
But his efforts proved futile,
Gradually the point became
Smaller and smaller,
Eventually it became the smallest point,
Soon the eminent artist stopped,
As he was afraid that
The point might completely disappear forever.
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