A Little Reflection

early this morning just
when the sun is rising
i sit on a reclining chair
in the garden

i see the sun rising
and its rays reaching
my skin

warm as a caressing
hand of my beloved

i close my eyes
and see the calm
inside my heart

how beautiful
how warm

i sit under the sun
and hear a bird singing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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