gold heralds the sun
rising waves always awake
leap up for the kiss
..and so I feel
in our everyday blessing,
in each “Good morning, princess,”
in the dreamy reality of
love’s soulful, soothing
bliss
Morning Kiss
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Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Laura Denise 
Beautiful ❤
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