Icarus' dream

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Like a darling of fate, the fantasy wanders
in all my colors depicted in the kiss of zenith,
painted by sunset's brush and sunup's smile
like Icarus's dream sinks among alluring books,
and longing, and desires, and the purity of trust,
above the sky and sea, meditating in a melody
very gently with those who offer a love story
by sympathizing and feeling for what might be
too simple or forbidden for some, might be,
likewise, too much or not enough for others.

πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

beautiful world

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

i wonder

suddenly

please

and you, my love

Say