The Goldilocks Zone
Planets churn around the giving sun.
Spinning wildly on gravitational wands
Like a Louvre sculpture, one sits perfectly bronzed.
Ladles of life pouring into a silver blue pond.
Overflowing onto the grand emerald land.
Petaled paths guiding the heart and footfall of man.
Other orbs will surely have their day in the sun.
To where that crown that's impeccably bronzed.
As for now, they're spinning too hot or too cold.
To be gifted a golden pass for the Goldilocks zone.
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