Before the Fall | sometimesihatemycat

Before the Fall

I can only see
The tops of trees
Sweet tips of green
Soft leaves of me
In sharp relief

-me

Painting: Daedalus and Icarus, by Vladimir Kolosov

~ by April on August 6, 2021.

Posted in Body, Death, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Love, Nature, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Fall, Hubris, Icarus, Leaves, Poetry, Summer, The Fall, Too close, vulnerability

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