Love was my one desire, yet on Icarian wings I flew, and could not give nor receive for one whom I loved; loss scorched the bonds that held my wings attached, and with the fall, lasting long, I drowned in the ocean, where death was unwillingness to try again and ascend, though to the kind and gentle light, that is true love.
© Adam Spurs
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