Golden Soul (Stream of Consciousness poem.)

You beauty you. 
Resplendent and sweet.
How deeply you sob.
Gracefully releasing a pain in your heart.
Haunted by lustful eyes. 
You are a golden soul.
Do not paralyze your bright mind for the sake of fools.
Those that pitifully mistake you for a fool’s gold. 
You are not that fake, lackluster, falsified metal.
Though beautiful it may be, valuable it is not.
The pure gold you are made of can withstand the heat of any man!
Conduct the volts needed to amplify any life you choose.
Light touches you then leaps back onto whatever stands near.
The whole world knows what you are worth. What you can do. 
No man can change that. 
Don’t let go of your golden soul. 

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