My world used to be unappealing. I saw it as quite dull, without bliss and thrill to offer. Until I discovered a beautiful and imposing world where on ..
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The god of the silver bow To thee I mutely take my vow That the gift of art you bestow Would be used with much ado’.
The music from thy lyre Stirs the flame of the budding fire Sweet melodies the hands create Surpass the twilight stars dare coruscate.
The arrow of passion strikes my heart Filled by beauty and beatitude the sun god imparts Oh, Phoebus, the Shining Apollo Daze me not with thy grandeur all aglow.
My artist’s eyes follow the lurching sun As it fleets away from the orbs of man When night springs and stars fall in a shower Apollo cedes my wish and turns me into a flower
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Apollo by Geraldine Fernandez