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538 · Dec 2018
His Final Flight
Sarah Morgan Dec 2018
Oh dear, Icarus how he has fallen, strayed from his course. Too far to reach for help, and far too late to receive it.
383 · Dec 2018
One stumbles
Sarah Morgan Dec 2018
Do not fret that I am not here
Do not cry when you look in the mirror
Do not weep when you cannot find me
Do not blink away the tears
Whatever you do do not mourn,  
As there is nothing to cry over,

When you look in the mirror,
You’ll see your own reflection
In your search,
You will find nothing
In your tears,
You see the ground
When you look at my grave,
You will not find me
For I am not there
Do not look at the ground,
But instead look at the sky
For that is the magic

I am not at my grave,
I am above in the stars,
With no one to guide me
I am in the dirt,
With nothing to ground me
I am in the water,
As the world's reflection
I am in the air,
While chained to the floor
Do not weep when you cannot find me,
For you never will

— The End —