The cult, the─
rape were also in play,
when Icarus flew out of Crete.
Carrying the sky
on your shoulders when
you were burning.
After visitation
I will write a poem
on the triumph of failure.
The dialect of body
will tear down the bed
unlearning the love.
Whom would─
you believe in distress
unforgiving the sword.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 11th, 2017 22:44
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
This is very cryptic. I've read the story of Icarus. Nice stuff, well done.
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