The Simplest Bliss
the night as backdrop
an easy chair to rest my legs
a soft pillow where my head leans
an orange glass vase
a bud of red rose
a single leaf
hushing wind from the sea
my hands on my thighs
i dream
my heart beats always
you know
for you,
far, far away
like a distant island on the
shoreless sea
how i wish my thoughts
are dead
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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