Icarus' dream
As a darling of fate, the fantasy is wandering in all my colors depicted in the kiss of zenith, painted by the sunset's brush and the smile of the sunrise for Icarus' dream to get down amid love's books and longing for desires and the purity of trust above the sky and sea, meditating in a melody for being clement with those who offers a love story by sympathizing and feeling what could be too simple or forbidden for some, could be too much or not sufficiently enough for others.
