Poor little Icarus

so far from home.

Freedom filled him up

but weighed down his bones.


Poor little Icarus

fell into the water.

By the light of the sun

was his hopes and dreams slaughtered.


Poor little Daedalus

saw his only son die.

Now never in darkness,

but in light, will his horrors lie. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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