She dances in the sunlight
Because she knows
How darkness unchecked
Can destroy a soul
She is solar-powered
The sun charges her
Its energy fills her aura
Powering her
Cleansing her
Invigorating her
She is a daughter of the sun
And the sun's rays
Are the warm embrace
Of a father
Apollo smiles on his daughter
And darkness flees
In his presence
When his light falls
On her flowing curls
In fullest force
The darkness falls beneath her feet
Fleeing from the light
In fear
And patiently Apollo
Teaches his daughter
That darkness is powerless
In the light
And that he is not
The only source of light
His warm rays stroke her hair
Lovingly
And he reminds her
That like every child of Apollo
The light is in her too
The sun sets
Apollo sleeps
And leaves his daughter
To the darkness
But she has no fear
She glows
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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