Icarus Poem by David Stillings

Icarus



Icarus flew towards the sun
with home made wings of feathers and wax,
Never doubting getting there, What fear is it then that stops me dead in my tracks?

Saturday, January 5, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: fear,home,sun,wings
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