The Sense of Light

The sun it rises.
I stand still.
My eyes are closed
Yet I can see its glow.
The birds awaken with a familiar call.
I can smell the dew coming off the leaves as they reach toward the sky.
I feel the warmth as the rays touch my face.
Every minute the light gets stronger.
As I open my eyes I forget about all of the darkness.
All that remains is in my shadow.

About Bacon Pro

I am a writer, musician, poet, photographer, communications specialist, Psy Warrior, computer guru, ad representative, painter, mechanic, collector, and a father. I'm also Autistic I will be a communicator of Autism
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