I don't know why I'm obsessed with the sky.
If I've to have wings like 'Icarus', I'll fly towards the sky freely, even towards the sun while my wax feathers get melted and drip like blood because of the golden flames of the sun and while I fall into the sea and die like the 'Icarus' himself.
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love is a beautiful thing. thanks for sharing, dear poet. God bless you