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A STRANGE CASE OF ONLINE POETRY

A STRANGE CASE OF POETRY IS THE FIRST OF ITS KIND : A DYNAMIC COLLECTION OF POETRY THAT KEEPS ON EVOLVING AS TIME PASSES. IT IS COMPLETE AT ALL TIMES, BUT INCOMPLETE ALL THE SAME. ALTHOUGH I HAVE BEEN WRITING FOR YEARS, A STRANGE CASE OF POETRY IS MY FIRST VENTURE INTO THE WORLD OF PUBLIC WRITING.

THE COLLECTION STARTS BELOW:

I. WHAT IF WE MET AGAIN

II. WHO ARE YOU?

III.GHOSTING

IV. THE SPARROW

V. AN ELEGY TO A MORNING BRIDE

VI. A MEMORIAM TO AN UNFULFILLED DREAM

VII. AN ENCOMIUM TO A MARBLE STATUE

VIII. AN ELEGY TO MAU

IX. AN ODE TO A CAVE IN THE HILLS

X. THE WHITE WEAVE

XI. THE BOTTLE BEARER

XII. THE NEW PROMETHEUS

XIII. WHEN A DREAM IS BROKEN

XIV. OF SORROW

XV. OF RECOVERY

XVI. FOR HER

XVII. DREAMS OF PEN AND PAPER

XVIII. ONE DAY YOU SAID MY NAME

XIX. THE MAN WHO SOLD INSURANCE

XX. FEAR

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