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    In the Dust of Shadows
    In the Dust of Shadows
    In the Dust of Shadows
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    In the Dust of Shadows

    By Isabella Poulos

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    In the Dust of Shadows encapsulates the truly unique voice of author, Isabella Poulos, as each poem personifies an object, emotion, or idea. Every poem is paired with one of the authors original creature drawings that, in themselves, tells a story. This book encapsulates the beauty of everyday things and offers a deep perspective as to the significance of miniscule moments and the life that lies within each object, even those that are inanimate. Isabella Poulos carefully presents her poems with their mirror drawing to engage all the senses and offer a visual representation of the emotion behind each piece of writing.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateAug 9, 2013
    ISBN9781490707389
    In the Dust of Shadows
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    Isabella Poulos

    Born in Los Angeles in 1996, Isabella Poulos is currently a senior in high school. She is an active member of her community and is dedicated to achieving social justice in countries around the world, specifically Nepal. Isabella lives with her family in Southern California and will be attending college in the fall of 2014.

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      In the Dust of Shadows - Isabella Poulos

      © Copyright 2013 Isabella Poulos.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

      ISBN: 978-1-4907-0737-2 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4907-0738-9 (e)

      Trafford rev. 07/17/2013

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      Contents

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      I

      B efore time and after the stars had risen,

      Born from the sun they descended.

      They descended upon the earth

      And below the moon they danced.

      Amongst icy flowers

      And dewy grass,

      They held hands and stood below the planets.

      United and young, they watched

      As the moon and stars

      Melted into the sun and warmth.

      They danced until time began

      And the sun dropped down to kiss the earth

      And took them back in its golden arms.

      Earth was left with its hard, dark ground

      And its icy flowers

      And dewy grass,

      And the silver moon

      Forever glowing.

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      II

      A pale mind sees so little,

      Sees only two inches in front of the nose,

      Where so little occurs.

      A pale mind lives for the brightness

      Of which it cannot achieve

      And curses the gray.

      A pale mind dips itself in

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