A bluebird flies, fearless, in the clouds, but succumbs to fate,
Falling. Its wings broken bent and belted in the cry of last hope.
If only Icarus weren’t so close— as sky gives way to sea.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
A bluebird flies, fearless, in the clouds, but succumbs to fate,
Falling. Its wings broken bent and belted in the cry of last hope.
If only Icarus weren’t so close— as sky gives way to sea.
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