Writes upon the sky.

Icarus fell. 

He was not sorry. 

He was not afraid.

Even when the unforgiving sea embraced him for the last time. 

Icarus fell, yes, but it was clear that mattered not to him, because before he fell, Icarus flew.

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Regard my dear.

  In sacred hall where echoes rise. Your voice became my sweetest skies.  And in that moment, time stood still. I felt the heavens lean and sing. As if the angels graced that night. For every verse, a sacred sign- That voice was made to touch the divine.
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Opposite shores.

  The sun reached horizon, waves lapping at your feet, the warmth of sand cradling your dreams, each tide is a promise. Linger in the shadows of tall  pines, where the air is crisp and still, the whisper of rainwater falls, each flake a memory, delicate and fleeting. Two worlds apart, your laughter carried by the wind, my silence wrapped in the frost, in the distance, the ocean stretches wide, a bridge of longing, where souls meet, if only for a moment.
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