·˚ ༘ ➳〔flying with chipped wings〕 ࿐ ࿔:🖇
With wax burning onto his skin,
Icarus laughed as he fell
Because even that was a win –
The fall had him under its spell.
With the wind in his hair,
Icarus laughed when others would cry —
He knew he had no wings to spare,
He knew he was going to die.
With his drunken smile still on his lips,
He fell into the ocean's waves —
He knew he touched with his fingertips
The air before Olympus' gates.
With fear the gods watched the sight
Of the broken boy that fell from the sky,
But Icarus smiled in death, he was ever so bright
because, before he fell, he managed to fly.
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Of sweet and sour - poetry book
Poetry...and maybe sometimes words and paper are enough to heal a wounded heart
