Untitled Lost
Many loses came during the reign of the gods, Icarus being one of them.
As I studied Pieter Bruegul the Elder's poem "Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus," I gathered what I could take from this story in pause, realizing there maybe a bigger story to it all. There are many theories of Icarus and how he fell.
Spring though it felt not
Heat between two entities
One longing for a difference
As failure reeks from the water
Icarus a lost angel
falls forever into the abyss
The farmer equal to him
who dreams of discoveries
oblivious to the waves of Icarus
differed dreams crushed into the abyss
melted with wings
falls forever into the abyss
The land calmer than leaves
where lied anxious hearts that shook like winded trees
forever into the abyss
Godly made for human wrath
Escape infinite punishment a fallen task
forever into the abyss
Oh Naïve young Icarus change is only by the hands of a god
Not by the wings of a man
Surely this is odd
Everything that should be is not...
About the Creator
ender morisu shijin proprietário
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