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Compare me now to Icarus
Flying toward a sun I know will only burn
Throw out all regard for this inventor’s son
Give no pity for this lover of Apollo
For I knew that Apollo could burn
And I threw myself at him regardless
A god I couldn’t touch
Yet I crave him none-the-less
A child of the moon I was born to be
And a moon I ignored in favor of thee
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I will go to my own Sun.
And if I am burned by its fire,
I will fly on scorched wings.
ReplyWow you’re a great poet👍
ReplyBeautiful
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