Icarus Alone

Do you also write poetry?

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The night tries to hide her, angels pull the night over her shoulders.

Light is thrown on her shoulder, silently crashing, a light different from ours. 

Behind the realm of half-full masks, where souls hide in others' fates, she preceded me. 

She hold it with her eyes. We fall into the mirror of the free! We never fall with ourselves. Always there is World, always there is opposite, always the heart rises above us, lost in its own return.

Love, 

Coma