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DUSK - A Poetry Collection (#6)

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Well, welcome to my 6th poetry collection, Dusk. This collection is a short look on everything from social media and the algorithms that rule our lives nowadays to the meaning of life, US politics and more. The main overall theme of this collection, at least in title, is about the changes and transitions we all must make through life and in the wider world, and the dark times we go through to make ourselves both better people and make a better world, because in the fading colours of the dusk, all we know is that we must have the dawn.

POEM LIST:
1. The Cycle (Counterfeits and Lies)
2. Life and Death
3. Missing Legacy
4. The Era Called Peace, That Turned To War
5. Regulus (Stay The Course)
6. False Dawn (The Wounds Of A Nation)
7. Humanity or Eternity 
8. The Rule of Cyberspace
9. The New Sunrise/Blue Skies
10. The Dusk and the Dawn

Thanks for reading,
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