On Beauty

Late night stroll, my gaze,

Fall upon sea butterflies,

Fluttering in soft light,

Here colors melt.

As phantom orange limbs give way to fresh ink blots,

As mother of pearl droplets give way to paint splatters,

Mesmerizing,

Enclosed space.

I wonder,

Would it be beauty otherwise?

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