Icarus

We say we do not know how to fly,

Yet we know how high we can go?

They warned us about Icarus,

How he met his demise.

But did they tell us about how - he smiled.

He flashed his grin at the sun as he fell.

His battered wings burned in front of his mischievous eyes.

For now, he knew the taste of the clouds that belonged to no one.

That his skin was touched by golden light and the bluest of sky.

How he dared to fall - just as he dared to fly.

- Saisha

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