A Simple Sun Poem

The sun caresses the tips of the trees
and the tops of the mountains
as I fall to my knees
I cannot believe;

A radiant warmth
kisses my nose,
and tickles my toes
and reminds me
that I am nothing
if not free.

© 2013

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A Simple Sun Poem

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