Sacrificially, wielding his body scepter, the icicle, winter king, slowly drip drips away ordaining winter turn to spring.
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Footnote:
Thank you to Allets for asking us for
a winter to spring poem
With metaphorical sorcery you met the challenge with elegance and precision. So much radiant drama packed into this little beauty. Love it!
With metaphorical sorcery you
With metaphorical sorcery you met the challenge with elegance and precision. So much radiant drama packed into this little beauty. Love it!