They always talk about how Icarus fell,
Into the sea
So disobediently
How he forgot he was a mortal
How he wanted to be a god
How he reached higher than the skies
And just blinded by pride
But I guess they never said,
Before reaching the sun
Even he wanted love
That when he spread his wings
Freedom filled his heart,
And joy touched his face,
Many a kisses the winds blew
I guess they always forget that
Before Icarus fell, he flew
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
