The Girl in Shackles

by Angela Kempe

In summer, she belonged to the sun,

Skin tingling under its nurturing warmth.

In autumn, she ran with the wind,

Hair flailing  in crazy knots.

In winter, she succumbed to the rain,

Mourning years passing like rumbling clouds.

Then in spring, she celebrated,

Dancing barefoot on the cool damp earth.

Passion; bound,

Devoted love,

Her heart; imprisoned by the cycling whims of nature.

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Author: angelakempe

A songwriter, musician, and writer

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