Amber eyes light the path,
bells of glimmering hope
Embers fly with desire,
the scent of lingering smoke
Let stars be the guide,
Shed wings from my cloak
Icarus, Icarus, how far must you fall?
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
Amber eyes light the path,
bells of glimmering hope
Embers fly with desire,
the scent of lingering smoke
Let stars be the guide,
Shed wings from my cloak
Icarus, Icarus, how far must you fall?
A poem about a girl