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The birds sing!
Oh yes, is thy truest warble.
Hopes high as thy sun,
halfway.
Condemned until tiny stumpy feet make thy wayest
into the clouds, paradise.
I claimed to have these wings,
godly and divine is thy instruments!
No waxy abominations,
Kid Icarus wings of faulty.
Thy warble shall be truest
such only, would say.
Within every, "you cannot"
is, at first,
feeble wailing
"I can!",
Time passed and wails turn,
hunger cries they are!
Hunger cries they are!
Alike to: water dropping,
crisp and calm
thy tear sounds of long.
As tear hits pond, waves of small come
and over time
thy ripples turn, huge!
Everything starts small
so does thy process to getting
my wings to lift me with
circumstance, pomp, and precision!
Days of some,
I will touch the heavens themselves.
YOU ARE READING
Icarus-Incarnation
PoetryDIVOT Careful Icarus, for the sun is hottest at it's zenith and the ripples end when they meet the shore. The words "I can" rings loudest, when we ask why for. Great piece of inspirational writing. Sounds like your up for the challenge. " ==========...
