Then Morning spread his aerial wings of gold
over the fading darkness of the night,
though my heartbeats were growing weak and cold,
ecstasy flooded me at the splendid sight!

I forgot the torments of sleepless hours
and the curse of my native latitude,
our eviction from the heavens’ bowers
and the pangs of preordained solitude.

With wings of waxed feathers I followed him,
unmindful of the fate of Icarus!


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Courtney M. Wendleton

I'm an author with an associate's in psychology. Interested in a lot of different things, and love controversy. The more controversial the better, but that's not all I'm interested in. Can be a bit confusing at times, but that's normal!

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