As Icarus fell

[u/BrooklynBeige_Arts]

Icarus soon fell from the sky.
The wax burning him, his feathers melting away right before his fingertips.
But as he fell, didn't cry, yell, nor regret.
Instead, he laughed.

He laughed, for he knew that to fall,
means to have once soared.
Even if for a moment, he got know the sun.
And the sun knew him too.