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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A collection of poems of the birth place, the real and the dreams and the surreal. The voices are like the rivers, the sufferings, the broken dreams, the anxiety of being extinct in near future, the surreal of being standing beside a depth of tears unending, the myths in our memoirs, the dust of broken cannons, the armies flying on the rhymes of the girl of a village in twilight; of all these voices murmuring in the years of our existence on this earth, the myth of our birthplace is rhymed.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A collection of poems of the birth place, the real and the dreams and the surreal. The voices are like the rivers, the sufferings, the broken dreams, the anxiety of being extinct in near future, the surreal of being standing beside a depth of tears unending, the myths in our memoirs, the dust of broken cannons, the armies flying on the rhymes of the girl of a village in twilight; of all these voices murmuring in the years of our existence on this earth, the myth of our birthplace is rhymed.