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when spring returns,
she shall, by fairy hands, honor Freedom, the weeping hermit. had we time, i would love her, for she deserves eternity. darling, my darling, do you notice what hath remained? time matters. i have seen fortune and from her shoulders her loose gown did fall it was no dream. she has left me with brightness, with subtle magic in her nearness, soft as spring wind. Icarus Grey made their publication debut recently as the third place winner of Empyrean Literary Magazine's summer '23 poetry contest. When not throwing words together and hoping for the best, they dream of one day learning to play the banjo. |