ISBN: 9798902695479 - i was in the window seat: a collection of poems (5 resultados)

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Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware - If ever there was a possibility of giving away my poetry for free I would. For is not poetry therapeutic, for the one who breathes life into words, once he receives the breath from God, and also for those who read, everyone gets to breathe freedom. For many today, money is the source of a better life, health, and freedom. But that is because we have ascribed a value to everything in life in terms of money, and though we still say at times that money cannot buy everything, do we really believe in it Or do we think everything has a breaking point Does everything not want to live And live free Do we also not need to love, all of us And does not He who created all of us love us Does He not descend to Earth when the thought of seeing his creations disappear comes to Him The seasons disappear with time, but is the next spring the same as the last spring These are some of the questions my poems ask. Even if these are rejected eventually, I hope you find them enlightening.…

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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. If ever there was a possibility of giving away my poetry for free I would. For is not poetry therapeutic, for the one who breathes life into words, once he receives the breath from God, and also for those who read, everyone gets to breathe freedom. For many today, money is the source of a better life, health, and freedom. But that is because we have ascribed a value to everything in life in terms of money, and though we still say at times that money cannot buy everything, do we really believe in it? Or do we think everything has a breaking point? Does everything not want to live? And live free? Do we also not need to love, all of us? And does not He who created all of us love us? Does He not descend to Earth when the thought of seeing his creations disappear comes to Him? The seasons disappear with time, but is the next spring the same as the last spring?These are some of the questions my poems ask. Even if these are rejected eventually, I hope you find them enlightening. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…