Daedalus, so long,
To thy inventions;
I am not Icarus,
Looking to fly high,
And lose my depth of my being.
I won’t make to cry!
Bewitched with the muse',
The guardian of my memories,
I pray, I do pray;
Inundate my pages
with the words flying high
Take them on wings
To a beautiful Surrender
Mesmerise the soul
to the love of a life time
Daedalus, so long,
I am not Icarus on wings;
Touching hearts so deep,
Awesome in beauty,
When the muse writes destiny!
Daedalus so long then,
I am not Icarus on wings!
I am in a wholesome surrender,
When the muse writes destiny!
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I would like to translate this poem