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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