If only Icarus had waited
the fool
For Night to rise over the sun like
sweet velvet
Clad Moon in her silver chasings
kind darling
Would never had let him fall
sun streaked
Bleeding his wax and tears alike
pretty crier
Lost at sea and spread over the unknown
salt sprayed
Wave breaks and stony shores
sharp critics
Of father's work and fool's folly
hubris cursed
Grasping fingers stroking the sky
drifting lifeline
Comfort as he made for the ground as
wind whispers
Sweet fool you should have waited
'Til she could cool her brother down
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Poetics and Musings
ПоэзияJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
