Sun of Wonders
A golden touch,
healing,
creating.
Arching back
and pulling string,
released
hits my center.
Streams of light
strumming a cord,
a melody arising.
Coffee aroma,
soft music,
soft hair,
long and blonde.
Perfect light
selfie,
chisled jaw, sharp eyes.
What is a god to a woman
or a man.
Love of both, freedom.
Beauty in form,
oh Apollo
strike my heart;
find your mark,
the center.
A golden touch of your love,
hits center with melody of light.
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world
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