Note: This poem was originally published as a part of my 10/10-collection. Read it here.
Icarus
These wings,
they are mine.
They make me, me,
they break me free.
Clip my wings,
and I cannot fly.
Who am I,
without my wings?
This is a poem about a moustache.
Nice 🙂 I know my son would be lost without his moustache …
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The same story for me as well as your son!
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🙂
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I enjoyed the poem and chortled at the moustache.
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I am glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Great bllog you have here
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