I dream of brave Icarus
flying too close to the sun
and the mighty vines
of the Amazon
falling just short
of breaking the jungle canopy
and into the life giving light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes to close, sometimes to far. Extremists on the left, the alt right. Extremes always seem to do us in. Thought provoking write.