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MAY THE GRACE OF DAWN WRAP THE MUSE OF YOUR SOUL WITH WINGS OF LIGHT. DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD AND SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF.
May the grace of dawn wrap the muse of your Soul with wings of light. ~ Deborah Brooks Langford and Susan Joyner-Stumpf.
When stars collide, they can create the most beautiful music poetry has to offer ~ follow the continuing journey of two of those stars who found Love and SISTERHOOD in a world where a falling star can also be a RISING star of true friendship at its cosmic best.
Deborah Brooks Langford and Susan Joyner-Stumpf have come together yet again for a co-write straight from their heart to YOURS, filled with pages of images and words to delight each palate of taste, from memories to emotions.
It is all our hopes that you find Love and Friendship as the Anchor in your life that keeps you afloat in Life's Ocean of Uncertainty. From each relationship, we learn lessons, good and bad. Don't hate those that hurt you. A lesson has to be learned from that. You go your way, and show the love you never received or got back. Forgiveness is empowerment. And Happiness is the sweetest of revenge.
This poetry book is about all the love the Women of Passion, Reflection and Substance have for each other. We thought about it and decided let's put together another sequel. These Poetesses that grace these pages are from all different countries including the Americas. May our love and friendship be passionate, reflected and hold substance in our words, our gift, TO YOU !!!
Wildfire Publications Magazine for August 1, 2018, Edition 13.
This book is dedicated to my extra-wonderful talented and of course, so beautiful granddaughter Jessica Wittreich. She makes me so proud to be her grandmother. I pray every day for her happiness and protection and that our Lord God will always have His hand on her, protect her and that she will always be happy.
I fold into the allegory Horizon centrifuge Erasing dreams along The star-trail My skin a metaphor To the flesh of tears and ink Into Indigo Blue I reach out Pink fingers looking For your heart Across the Dawn in the shapeless air . . .