A man who possesses his own soul walks with a steady gait and casts a shadow that is unashamed to walk beside him.
Monday, December 30, 2019
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Poetry is heart language. Nothing about life is beyond the romance of verse. Sometimes it gushes, other times trickles, but it all comes from the center of our emotions. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, even in whispers. Read it slowly, naturally, as you would a letter from home. I hope my work both charms and disturbs you. But mostly, I hope you see some of yourself in these reflections of my soul. ~ James M. Woods
A man who possesses his own soul walks with a steady gait and casts a shadow that is unashamed to walk beside him.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Monday, December 30, 2019
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