Icarus Glue
I never thought I would fly in such rough weather, But I care not, having glued myself feather by feather, I could fall faster than my meteoric rise, but I don’t bother, Because a fall isn’t really painful, when taken
Falling Leaf
Nestling in the sun, tethered to the strongest stem, Looking at cousins in my shadow, I laugh at them, Basking in the glory of my sun, I miss the impending grey, I should have listened to those stories of the