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Icarus

 


Far above the oceans, 

Icarus witnessed the beauty of life, 

The vast lands beckon him. 

He turned to get one last glimpse of 

Cnossus, 

The island that displays the prowess

Of his father, 

Whose instructions clouded Icarus 

Every second of his life. 

The labyrinth and its strangeness, 

Something that he was always trying to escape, 

Icarus felt his father's maze all around him, 

winding around his adolescence, 

like a poisonous snake. 

But the wings and its independence, 

gave him choice, 

He wished to touch the sky, 

breaking the paths of clouds, 

He thought of singing a farewell song

to Cnossus, 

while desiring to touch the sun. 

Daedalus's eyes send warning signals to his adolescent son, 

while the fool enjoys his newfound freedom. 

Icarus believed his father's talents, 

not fragile to kill his son, 

His heart desired 

for a miracle, 

For a moment where all his

Prayers may come true. 

Diving and soaring, 

Soaring and diving, 

Icarus moved to breach the warnings of his

Father's eyes. 

Tender feathers kiss each other

in ecstasy while, 

Icarus locked his eyes up beyond 

the burning sun, 

Soared a little, 

For a closer look to satisfy his adolescent eagerness. 

It was followed by the sudden shake, 

And the gradual falling of

Icarus whose clothes fluttered 

in the air, 

Wax melting, 

He heard Daedalus screaming, 

But his eyes only saw the mighty

Sun laughing at his foolishness. 

As Icarus fell into the ocean, 

his adolescent eagerness was consumed

by the waters, 

Leaving a cluster of feathers as a shroud. 


A. C

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