A Golden Being - Poem

   She rises likes the sun
   and walks in
   grace and splendor,

   her arms extended
   like limbs
   on cedar trees,

   her strong legs
   row across highways
   of ancient wonders

   I glance
   not once, but twice
   never allowing my eyes to roam

   She would think
   I am,
   an intruder

   If only, I could be as she
   no care of time
   of eternity

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