Monday, April 29, 2013

Icarus

Icarus, I think of  you
the boy who had flown
too close to the sun
foolhardy, you were said to be
with  wings of wax
you had dared the impossible

Icarus, I hear
the beating of your wings
molten wax falls on my skin
for I crave the impossible too.












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