Here we are, with stories so cliche, they're basically repeating themselves with different character names, I'm not saying or intending that I am the first to write a poetry novel here, but I am the first in a while, and that is more than a cliche love story with such predicting endings. Not to be rude, I happen to read those stories, but I just wanted a change... Something different, something hardly ever done before and I chose to write you all a book on my poetry, I have tons and tons jotted down in my notes, but have never got around to ever publicly posting them. So here it is. I'd like to say that I normally do free-style poems, and they're more-so rants, but I like to think of it as poetry. There will be some rhyme scenes thrown in there every now and then, but the majority is free-style, because I don't write to impress; I write to express. Read my novel as I give you an outlook on my life, and how I see things in society. -Katie Ann
تجمع بين الماضي القديم البسّيط ب احلامه المنفرِده
و ابطالنا 'الغُروب ، الشُروق' بين تراث الماضي تجتمع قصص ايجابيه و سلبيه على مشاعرَك انا كاتبه لا أحمَل المشاَعر الكافّيه بُمجرد نقل روَايه من وحي الخيَال احمَل خياَل واسع لا يُشابَه الواقع وأن شابه الواقع فهُو غير مقصُود اتمنى لُكم رحلّه مليِئه بالمشاَعر و المُوده و السرُور
الماضي:
الازم تعيش الذل و الانكسار
هاذا وعدً مني م دمت حيً
الحاضر:
معي تعيش الفرح و السرور
هاذا وعدً مني م دمت حيً
عـمـل بـقــلم الـكـاتـبـهٌ ' دُره'
الغروب و الشروق هل ممكن يجتمعون
*الـنـقـل أُو ألاقـتـبـاس قد
يُسبب مُـسـائـلـه قـانـونـيـة!*
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