Speak to me
about the son of Daedalus
who tasted upon his lips
her freedom
and upon his eyelids
her warmth
Speak to me
about his wings that gave in
plunged him, watched his being
shatter as it struck sea
his delirious soul, drunk on innocence
on sin
Speak to me
about my pristine self
as my back meets the harness
and my new wings
as I stand on the edge,
as the Sun beckons
freedom
Beautifully done, Maryam!✨
(With some nice, slightly archaic, elements.)
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Nice work! Icarus is often used to illustrate foolishness, but it’s good to remember his actions also grew from a yearning for freedom.
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wonderful!!!!!
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I loved it. ❤
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He wanted to get to the edge of the world.
Wanted to meet the sun and the stars.
Then he was so high up, that the sun burned his wings and he fell down into the abyss.
Down towards the bitter ground, the place he tried to escape from.
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Ah I love this!
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Thank you! ☀️
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Beautiful. 🙂
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Really good!!
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Lovely. We are creatures of freedom. To get it, we are prepare to do anything. :
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