As we humans try to capture every moment which makes our heart sing, we let slip away the moments which really matter. Being human means regret, it means sacrifice. These poems portray the inner meaning of the heart, they capture the inner darkness which is contained in all of us, but also capturing the spirit of life. Poetry is an expression. It confines the heart to a piece of paper, allowing it to be shared with the world. "I don't know who to trust Everything seems to fall to dust Where do I go, when all my doors are closed? What does this mean? ...."
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As we humans try to capture every moment which makes our heart sing, we let slip away the moments which really matter. Being human means regret, it means sacrifice. These poems portray the inner meaning of the heart, they capture the inner darkness which is contained in all of us, but also capturing the spirit of life. Poetry is an expression. It confines the heart to a piece of paper, allowing it to be shared with the world. "I don't know who to trust Everything seems to fall to dust Where do I go, when all my doors are closed? What does this mean? ...."
Imprint | Balboa Press |
Country of origin | United States |
Release date | July 2011 |
Availability | Expected to ship within 10 - 15 working days |
First published | July 2011 |
Authors | Sarah Chemaissem |
Dimensions | 216 x 140 x 11mm (L x W x T) |
Format | Hardcover - Sewn / Cloth over boards / With dust jacket |
Pages | 128 |
ISBN-13 | 978-1-4525-3562-3 |
Barcode | 9781452535623 |
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LSN | 1-4525-3562-0 |