For a time
As she cried she looked at me and said.
"For now our harts are bound to men and we are broken."
I looked back and replied
" I am me and only me my hart is bound to no one other then to whome I will it. I am queen of my own, comander of myself. I am not broken and nothing nor no one can ever brake me. The wild can never truly be broken I have only been gentled for a time, and that time is short." and with I smile I left
SWesleyMcgranor commented on For a time
02-11-2018
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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