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MYTHOLOGY
Wrapped in wings designed by Daedelus,
Icarus flies,
trusting the father,
seeking the sun.
Wildflowers cushion his feet.
A cold rivulet trickles over the iron lip
of a watering vessel,
a sip for flight.
A moment for the butterfly
to choose a shaded leaf,
alight, or set
its journey on the brink of chance.
Icarus decides
to rise above Crete,
as certain of his voyage
as the moth.
The glowing orb
seals the Minoan's fate.
A glide too close to the sun,
feathers melt,
bare arms flail,
a legend commences.
Daedelus and Icarus
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