I would rather fly close to the sun...
Than to walk just to show my wings off
Helios may gently melt the wax onto my skin...
At least he's gentle compared to my endless cough.
I will embrace my fall...
With my warmest smile and loudest yawp
I might never see the fall...
At least I witnessed a defrosting flower’s sap.
And when the sea welcomes me...
Who am I to resist its frigid cuddle?
That way my dying soul will be free...
At least I learnt my life's beyond a ladle.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
I would rather fly close to the sun...
Than to walk just to show my wings off
Helios may gently melt the wax onto my skin...
At least he's gentle compared to my endless cough.
I will embrace my fall...
With my warmest smile and loudest yawp
I might never see the fall...
At least I witnessed a defrosting flower’s sap.
And when the sea welcomes me...
Who am I to resist its frigid cuddle?
That way my dying soul will be free...
At least I learnt my life's beyond a ladle.
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