Fair goddess, strip me of my wings
And cast my body to the sea
Atleast then I become the rain that kisses your cheek-
the morning dew that brushes your ankles-
the snow that rests upon your raven lashes.
For as Icarus envies the sky for embracing the sun, I envy these things in their gorgeous simplicity
And yet,
they dwell oblivious to the fortune they posses-the gift of touching you
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 2:05 PM UTC
Fair goddess, strip me of my wings
And cast my body to the sea
Atleast then I become the rain that kisses your cheek-
the morning dew that brushes your ankles-
the snow that rests upon your raven lashes.
For as Icarus envies the sky for embracing the sun, I envy these things in their gorgeous simplicity
And yet,
they dwell oblivious to the fortune they posses-the gift of touching you
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