Witness

FireFlies
To my lips, a rose sweeter than honey,
a living memory of being found wearing secrets like a living ocean,
reflecting the heavens,
witness to the ascending Icarus,

climbing to the sun,
parting of the thousand veils as wings melt in the dawns gold only to awake alone.

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