Dedalus’ Flight

Dedalus’ Flight

It is not worth staying back

For my church, my family and my country

Or the moocow coming down the road

To meet me …

The artist in me craves for freedom

What if there are stubbles of beards on my face

I no longer wet the bed.

After the horizons set

The pastels will rise with me

To overwhelm the dead sun

Going round and round my life

Past and present.


Hour 16


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