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    Rogue Hopes a Poetry Book: Love, Freedom & Happiness
    Rogue Hopes a Poetry Book: Love, Freedom & Happiness
    Rogue Hopes a Poetry Book: Love, Freedom & Happiness
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    Rogue Hopes a Poetry Book: Love, Freedom & Happiness

    By Sait Polat

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    This book offers simple poetry, Think how exciting it would be to discover a book that told all about love, suffering, distance, failed to communicate feelings of your heart and brain, or any senses you might of missed.

    This book as the title describes is full of hopes and also tells the stories of failed hopes.

    I’m not going to false advertise about this book how it would give you a chance for you to make up for the missed feelings that could have changed today such a thing could be the discovery of century and possible solution for the future love. Since we think we are the descendants of Adam & Eve. The feeling of love would be first nature; time has come to a stop, the rush of blood, trying to make a fool of you at any moment without thinking. I hope with this book, you can rediscover the feelings you had lost, but hope to find the one, mainly realise the love you have before it’s too late. Enjoy...

    If you love poetry then please read on, if your wondering if it will be a nice read then you have to pick the right day to read the right poem, but if your open to excitement, read..
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateOct 24, 2014
    ISBN9781483541907
    Rogue Hopes a Poetry Book: Love, Freedom & Happiness

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      Rogue Hopes a Poetry Book - Sait Polat

      Colours of grey Shades

      Listening to water falls in the dark

      Imitators using pencils and notebooks

      Missed you by a minute, a hours, days was I late like a medic

      Have I become a public figure public enemy?

      Have I signed a paper thinking I had read the small print, without really reading the small print again?

      Were we in a battlefield? are we wounded?

      Can we harvest happiness for our families? Who do we then call family, the ones with our genes or the ones who really care for us?

      Before we fall do we watch love, humanity, peace? Ignore and try a live for another minute

      When are we free

      When do we get equal rights?

      Why do we accept nicknames why can't we be happy with our own names? ,

      Who do we think we can deceive?

      Can’t we just stop and give peace a chance

      Can’t we assess our losses? And fall back or stand our ground (no pasaran)

      Anyone else want peace something we can adapt to,

      Do we continue speaking the lies carry a courageous gun until it runs out of bullets?

      Do continue drinking your wine, while others hide in the shadows of trees to hide from the burning Sun,

      Who proposed you were the right figure to command anyone,

      Who decided my path, my fate but failed organise my future,

      A theory is a half victory now its time to be in the front lines,

      To speak out be an outlaw, be the particle of the movement,

      Can’t be hidden but can't be seen with a naked eyes, until you see with your own eyes the fire that burns others,

      You are who’s and times you put your head on loved ones shoulders,

      You used to drive in taxis imagining our future,

      Used to cross the road without looking, the dangerous mountain roads, the cold rivers we swam,

      We took our chances in the wild chapters of books, covered by pictures of summer days,

      We were immortal, surrounded by our own cuts, own wounds

      Surrounded by the green grass that

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