IcarusA Poem by Ana B.Those years won’t sweeten. Just kiss my tears away That seem to fall with no reason And those soothing letters… so cliché…
A stranger in this world full of them… Yet growing so attached before we leave it. It has run out of ink, my pen Yet still, my body yearns to dip
Into the sea of words That has silently withered… And as this emptiness tenderly hurts Can’t stop from being bewildered
Over the exploding music And flying aspirations… Endearingly amusing And huddled observations.
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