Poetry – …love…

There are

many forms

of love.

Sometimes

it isn’t romantic.

It’s simply

connection

trust

and respecting

someone 

so deeply

it becomes confusing 

and hard to find the

appropriate words

or actions

to express oneself. 

J. Belle

Image by Fran

Poetry – Morning light

It’s simple

to just stand here

watching

the sun rise

over the rooftops

Reaching for that

first golden ray

it warms my skin

I look down

onto the street below

there he is

stirring up

the last

of the morning mist

Such pleasure

to be quiet

in the first

morning light.

J. Belle

Image: unknown

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