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Le Vrai Moi: A Poetry Collection
Le Vrai Moi: A Poetry Collection
Le Vrai Moi: A Poetry Collection
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Le Vrai Moi: A Poetry Collection

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A collection of poems that deal with the topics of love, loss and everything in between.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 9, 2019
ISBN9780463286364
Le Vrai Moi: A Poetry Collection
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Daniel Redford

A 26 year old writer from Walthamstow in East London.

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    Le Vrai Moi - Daniel Redford

    Contents

    .I. 3

    .II. 4

    .III. 5

    .IV. 6

    .V. 7

    .VI. 8

    .VII. 9

    .VIII. 10

    .IX. 11

    .X. 12

    .XI. 13

    .XII. 14

    .XIII. 15

    .XIV. 16

    .XV. 17

    .XVI. 18

    .XVII. 19

    .XVIII. 20

    .XIX. 21

    .XX. 22

    .XXI. 23

    .XXII. 24

    .XXIII. 25

    .XXIV. 26

    .XXV. 27

    .XXVI. 28

    .XXVII. 29

    .XXVIII. 30

    .XXIX. 31

    .XXX. 32

    .XXXI. 33

    .XXXII. 34

    .XXXIII. 35

    .XXXIV. 36

    .XXXV. 37

    .XXXVI. 38

    .XXXVII. 39

    .XXXVIII. 40

    .XXXIX. 41

    .XL. 42

    .XLI. 43

    .XLII. 44

    .XLIII. 45

    .XLIV. 46

    .XLV. 47

    .XLVI. 48

    .XLVII. 49

    .XLVIII. 51

    .XLIX. 52

    .L. 53

    .LI. 54

    .LII. 55

    .LIII. 56

    .LIV. 57

    .LV. 58

    .LVI. 59

    .I.

    It was there once.

    There used to be a fire burning

    a personal, protective pyre

    turning ideas into beacons,

    beaming out across stormy seas,

    giving meaning and hope

    to weary, wayward sailors

    adrift in vast, open oceans -

    a poet's gift that now feels alien.

    That spark has gone,

    this flame has

    burnt

    out.

    .II.

    I hear the black dog snoring.

    Words that once were golden

    now feel like

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