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    The Motherland
    The Motherland
    The Motherland
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    The Motherland

    By Gazmend Kryeziu

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    Dive into a tapestry of history and imagination, where facts and fiction intertwine to paint a vivid portrait of ancient Albania and its journey through time. From the tales of ancient heroes to the poignant memories of the 1999 Kosovo war, this collection of poetry is a testament to the rich tapestry of Albanian culture and history. Crafted with passion and finesse, each poem is a mosaic of emotions, touching on themes of love, nostalgia, society, and the deep-rooted connection to the motherland.

    The language is lush and evocative, weaving philosophical musings with vibrant imagery. Readers will find themselves immersed in a world of metaphors, analogies, rhetorical questions, and other literary devices that enrich the narrative. From miniature tales that capture moments in time to contemporary reflections, the rhythmic cadence of the poems adds a melodic touch, making each verse resonate with expressive musicality. Experience Albania’s soul through this captivating poetic journey.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAustin Macauley Publishers
    Release dateDec 8, 2023
    ISBN9781398447271
    The Motherland
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    Gazmend Kryeziu

    Gazmend Kryeziu was born in Hamallaj-Durres, Albania. He completed his primary and high school education there and later attended Birkbeck University to study journalism.

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      The Motherland - Gazmend Kryeziu

      About the Author

      Gazmend Kryeziu was born in Hamallaj-Durrës, Albania. He completed his primary and high school education there and later attended Birkbeck University to study journalism.

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      Gazmend Kryeziu 2023

      The right of Gazmend Kryeziu to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

      Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

      ISBN 9781398447264 (Paperback)

      ISBN 9781398447271 (ePub e-book)

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      First Published 2023

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      The Unknown Soldier

      He fought until his last breath.

      Shelter was his weapon and terrain.

      When he fell, he screamed freedom,

      Amongst poppies in a faraway plain.

      Freedom was all he wanted,

      For his country, friends and family.

      No thoughts of his own life or future.

      For freedom, he paid the penalty.

      The Auschwitz Intern

      Distraught! I shouldn’t be alive.

      Visions of burnt bodies haunt my brain.

      My eyes are blurry and my heart is drawn.

      Hands hanging heavy from the chain.

      Lost! my younger, naive, self.

      I never thought, I’ll be a

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