#7: The Icicle Maiden
Text reads:
“The icicle maiden hangs frozen, suspended.
She waits for the day when her winter is ended.
Through warm air she will fall,
break into shards small,
and melt into rivers so splendid!”
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Just a young whippersnapper who's interested in writing. >..<" I do a bit of poetry, and sometimes I write short stories when I have time.Subscribe
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