The Spirit of My Heart: Chapter 1 (Poetic Scrolls) (Volume 1) PDF
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The Spirit Of My Heart: Chapter 1 (Poetic Scrolls) (Volume 1)

With a creative mind and poetic heart, Author and Poet Bruce Daley has compiled some of his best work in this 1st installment of a 16 chapter series. A must read!!!...

Series: Poetic Scrolls (Book 1)
Paperback: 78 pages
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (February 25, 2015)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1508695695
ISBN-13: 978-1508695691
Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.2 x 9 inches
Amazon Rank: 8187052
Format: PDF Text djvu ebook

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“Bruce Daley's "The Spirit of My Heart" is the poetic expression of a man's observation of life, love, and redemption. "Blowing Smoke" and "Criminal" offer insightful social commentary and intermixes subtle metaphors with blunt verses, while the poem,...”