Dark spinning avius, fly into the sun
Icarus, Icarus, hold! Here we come
Upon the soaring black wings of life
To snatch my son from the Wave
To snatch my son from the grave
From dancing to the eternal fife,
Icarus, Icarus, hold! Here we come
Dark spinning avius, fly into the sun
Upon the soaring black wings of life! Nice work with the muse of nature and your imagination.
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A refined poetic imagination, Hiba. Very impressive write. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.