Icarus:
A pale velvet in her eyes, covered by the glacial indignation. Scars from the fēond, an Icarus, he who had flown too close to the sun.
Now, agony and ire all left behind, friends are not real and enemies are too close.
Loved more than she’d know, waiting for the fates of the Icarus.
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Georgia Watson (
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Such a great metaphor here I had not thought of in this way. Enchanted with the warmth of love like the sun flying too close can result in a fatal fall as it melts our wax wings. A lovely write
Thank you 🙂
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