Flight of Icarus
Into the heavens he flew to escape his fate,
Caged in a prison cell the equivalent of death,
And so he soared above on wings made of wax;
Rising up he threw away all caution to the wind
Until the sun melted his wings, such a sorry end,
Sea awaited him as he plummeted back to earth.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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