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
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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