Golden curiosity


Like an enigmatic bubble waiting to burst,
It hovers over every blithe-filled creature that
Walks this world.
Its golden-filament head joins the sunset
And will, on occasion, touch the sheen of another.

Sweetie, it's the chromatic curiosity that fills
Every broken or whole soul it can reach.

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