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Just Breathe : A Poetic Journey of Heartbreak and Romance by Dawn Munro (2017, Trade Paperback)
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PublisherCreateSpace
ISBN-101548478288
ISBN-139781548478285
eBay Product ID (ePID)247651521
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Book TitleJust Breathe : a Poetic Journey of Heartbreak and Romance
Number of Pages38 Pages
LanguageEnglish
TopicWomen Authors
Publication Year2017
GenrePoetry
AuthorDawn Munro
FormatTrade Paperback
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Item Height0.1 in
Item Weight3.8 Oz
Item Length9 in
Item Width6 in
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SynopsisThis is a eclectic collection of various moving poetic forms on the subject of love lost. From start to finish, through each poem, whether it is a sonnet or free verse, our heroine remains true to one thing...Love DefinedWhat, then, is love I ask you, do you know?It's honor and humility, I'm sure,and being unafraid to test one's faith,and knowing that when real, there is no cure.But there are many diff'rent kinds of love,and most share common happiness and bliss.It's only when the word is used in vainby those who simply know a lustful kissthat love, the kind we know as charity,becomes obscure, the word misunderstood.That isn't love, it's just concupiscence,and sadly, can't for anyone be good.I love the satin softness of my skin;the fragrance of a rose on autumn wind...And too, I love the sound of rain on roof,so saying I love him I won't rescind., This is a eclectic collection of various moving poetic forms on the subject of love lost. From start to finish, through each poem, whether it is a sonnet or free verse, our heroine remains true to one thing...Love DefinedWhat, then, is love I ask you, do you know?It's honor and humility, I'm sure, and being unafraid to test one's faith, and knowing that when real, there is no cure.But there are many diff'rent kinds of love, and most share common happiness and bliss.It's only when the word is used in vainby those who simply know a lustful kissthat love, the kind we know as charity, becomes obscure, the word misunderstood.That isn't love, it's just concupiscence, and sadly, can't for anyone be good.I love the satin softness of my skin;the fragrance of a rose on autumn wind...And too, I love the sound of rain on roof, so saying I love him I won't re
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