The Wings of Icarus
Yearning to escape that taunting tower
Mighty hands have crafted me desperately
When my feathers of dreams were put to use,
Primacy is to lay you low to avoid the seething sun
And to lift you away from the piercing seas
But as tight as I want to hold you in my reach
The power of my grip is on the loose
Loose enough to lose you
We tarnished and fell on the pavement
With my dust and your ashes
Like Icarus and his wings
- louvingly
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A Mist of Our Mythologies | ✓
PoesíaIn veiled pages, goes a million wrecked words attempting to burst out of the book we once wrote in the wondrous shelter of our love, of our supposed tomorrow together. Still, piece by piece, you disentangled while I am torn with the rest of your rem...
