Ode To Icaro Poem by Max Diniz Cruzeiro

Ode To Icaro



Watch the birds,
Happy around the world.
They ask for nothing, they charge nothing;
The little ones sing.
Watch the sun, the rain,
Storm.
And the little ones sing.

We must be birdmen,
Of pure heart.
Swallows, sparrows,
It doesn't matter;
But light, as plumes.

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Max Diniz Cruzeiro

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