Icarus’ dream

As a darling of fate, the fantasy
is wandering in all my colors
depicted in the kiss of zenith
painted by the sunset’s brush
and the smile of the sunrise for
the Icarus’ dream to get down
amid of love books and longing,
of desires and the purity of trust,
above the sky and sea, meditating
in a melody, for being clement
with those who offer a love story
understanding and feeling what
could be too simple or forbidden,
for some, could be too much or
not sufficiently enough, for others.
Yngwie J Malmsteen │ #Her

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