Poetry touches the heart
Much more than it does the mind.

The mind is the doorway
While the heart is it's resting place,
Oftentimes it's graveyard.

A good poem seldom leaves the bossom
It stays there for a long time
If not forever.

It stirs the inner loins
Of the human spirit.
It makes or breaks
The strength of the human soul.

09/21/2001

Posted on 09/21/2001
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