Poetry – fall from my grasp

the words 

that bubble up 

from my heart 

tumble 

tenderly 

lovingly 

from my lips 

they are mine 

given freely 

to the world 

around me 

honest 

pure 

no matter 

how many 

fall from my 

grasp 

they are not 

nothing 

but a part 

of me 

my 

being 

seeds 

upon 

soil 

in 

the 

minds 

of 

others 

J. Belle 

book art & photo by Jacqueline Belle

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