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    Inamorata at Twilight: Emotional Whispers
    Inamorata at Twilight: Emotional Whispers
    Inamorata at Twilight: Emotional Whispers
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    Inamorata at Twilight: Emotional Whispers

    By Ken Allan Dronsfield and Blanca Alicia Garza

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    Two of the most compelling contemporary voices in American poetry, Blanca Alicia Garza and Ken Allan Dronsfield, collaborated in the creation of this poetry chapbook, which tugs at heart and fills the spirit. 

    The poets reveal never-seen-before poetry of longing, love, and nature communion. 

    Delight yourself in these raw, passionate, and profound verses, and immerse yourself in feelings and thoughts. 
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherScarlet Leaf
    Release dateNov 26, 2020
    ISBN9791220227896
    Inamorata at Twilight: Emotional Whispers

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      Inamorata at Twilight - Ken Allan Dronsfield

      Inamorata

      I want to be the rain cascading down all over your body

      cleansing you, refreshing you loving your beauty, your scars caressing your very soul kissing your thirsty lips

      like the morning dew does to the rose I want to be the sun

      peeking through your window

      waking you up with a tender touch warming every pore of your soft skin

      I want to be the moon to see you every night illuminating your path, your darkest nights to whom you tell your secrets

      your sorrows and deeper desires

      I want to be the reason for your smile your first morning thought

      the best of your poems a never-ending story an everlasting love.

      Upon the Ebb and Flow

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      From atop the great stone pine trees dragonflies fantasize of summertime; of warmer mornings and balmy winds,

      while dodging flycatchers and bullfrogs. The grass now brown beside the pond wolves howl to worship a harvest moon barn owls love the nightly stellar show young geese enjoy a fresh cool sunrise. Beating hearts strong by creek or marsh deep rivers and great bays ebb

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