The Power Poem by Charles (Tweets) Connor
The Power
Within the deepest cradle of my soul,
Nestles the power to consent,
To sickness or health,
Poverty or riches,
Slavery or freedom,
Tears or laughter.
From within the deepest cradle of my soul,
I harness the power to control these,
This control shall never befall another.
nice work and so very true just the right amount of words well said
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4/16/2024 1:16:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes it is all about the control. Thank you for confirming this from your soul's cradle. Wishing you bliss Tai