The lights glowed inside, soon supper would ring
And he would go home where his father was King.
But no he was here with the wind and the sea
And all the things he was going to be.
He would build empires
And he would have sons
Others would fall
Where the current runs
He would find love
He would never find peace
For he must go seeking
The Golden Fleece
All of the things he was going to be
All of the things in the wind and the sea
---- Jackie Kennedy
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March 24, 2021 13:11
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Jackie Kennedy Poetry
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