Splash Of Icarus - Poem by Brian Arguello
He rose as dawn,
With his ambition to flaunt,
But in a flash he fell.
Though with a splash to tell
Of his ungodly fall,
The timid herdsman turns not at all.
The horse, with the plowman, as the sunrise, go forth
As the sharp breeze takes north
And the sails
To our drowning friend.
Icarus meets his end.
The fish nor their lure have their attentions torn.
The sea still ripples; the sky and time grow worn.
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