Your Beauty Poem by Costin Tanasescu

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I have not even looked at us…
I keep my gaze in the grass, out of habit.

I am not even aware
if we match each other,
if time passes by
all together
and the miracle will be forgotten!

You are as beautiful
as a white house,
with little windows.
Nobody in…
Only the spiders webbed around
A broken light
And sleeping dolls.

With the forehead stuck to the window
You are waiting for rain.
A good thing never comes alone.