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cold ocean, failing, flying, Icarus, life, mythology, ocean depths, poetry, soaring, somersault
~ Icarus ~
© SincerelyLori.com | Photo: Chandra Alderman
Saintly
we praise and touch
our wings
to the fires and flames
of the sun.
Each of our souls
an Icarus
heeding not
our father’s warning.
we praise and touch
our wings
to the fires and flames
of the sun.
Each of our souls
an Icarus
heeding not
our father’s warning.
Some of us plunge
far and fast
into the cold ocean depths.
Some of us sail
high and free
until burning feather and flesh
sends us to our death.
Some of us
climb and falter
soar and somersault
learning as we go
and say our prayers
for nothing more
than a safe landing.
far and fast
into the cold ocean depths.
Some of us sail
high and free
until burning feather and flesh
sends us to our death.
Some of us
climb and falter
soar and somersault
learning as we go
and say our prayers
for nothing more
than a safe landing.
Sincerely, Lori 