Trapped between the limits of what is
and the prospect of what could be,
With delight I welcome the sun
and with dread I await the snow.
and the prospect of what could be,
With delight I welcome the sun
and with dread I await the snow.
Solstice
More by Icarus Blackmore
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A tribute
Oh, noble Justice Barrett,
How very brave of you
To close those same doors
Opened to you
By the woman you now replace. -
Out of the Woods
AT CURTAIN RISE
SCENE 1 -
Out of the Woods
AT CURTAIN RISE
SCENE 1
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