Well meant tight harnesses
Well said advice
He set out, regardless
Sky blue in his eyes.
Down; in a single swoop
Tilted up those wings
White, gold, green, and red
What happiness it brings!
Seeking out that single warmth
That never embraced on earth,
Higher, higher, higher still
He, who starved in dearth.
Smiling as it got pitch white
A burning lovely hell
The sun aged in a single glance-
They say that I fell.
"I am Icarus,"
Wax binds ash tight
Fly as high as you ever can
You shall never know my flight.
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Cobweb - A Collection of Random Chaos
PoetryA poet's goal is always to say the deep with the least. I won't offer any explanation or answer - but Wanderer, you're always welcome Here. It's my mental ruckus tearing itself apart as I calmly sip a mug of coffee and wonder about the pros of exis...
