You’re the Medium of Beauty

It started with an algorithm
Now it’s a habit

I’ve been reading your colorful highlights
And not the whole story
I begin to see through your eyes
What your heart thinks as beauty

Every sentence that ends with your name
Rhymes perfectly to me
You’ve written poetry with your name
And colored its beauty

And your response tells me which sentence
Moves your mind and fingers
And on which one your question lingers

I think they’re enough
I tell myself not to follow your clap
I’m deep enough in the trap

I need to stop myself

But not before I find beauty

In your latest story


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