Last Chance #13
This fracture of a second when the spicy bitter clove hit the back of my tongue..
No one told me the secret for so long?
Involuntarily laughing, joyous to be suffocated in pollen.
To the sun that played a thrill on my expense, my wings, so I glided on this thermal wave of fresh air instead of sitting in despair, I was about just about to sip some nectar but nature demanded me once more to fly, so I fly, I always fly.
Icarus had accompanied my…