A Draft of Your Beauty

Tonight I write about your beauty as a draft

Perhaps I should send you a finished art

But I don’t have the heart

To freeze your beauty with my craft

And see it dies as art

In parts

No

I’ll write about your beauty as a draft

And I will draft and redraft it again

As many times as the refrain

Of the song I listen

When it rains

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