I once dreamt I was flying high; it was a very pleasant sensation until it was so high that it became fearful as in the ancient Greek myth of Icarus flight. The next that happened in my dream was a direful sinking into the ocean. The combination of this dream, a poem by Sylvia Plath and other things made me write this poem where I see a strong connection with yours. Hope you like it: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2018/10/27/afloat-2/
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Yes and wait for the tide to pass.
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I once dreamt I was flying high; it was a very pleasant sensation until it was so high that it became fearful as in the ancient Greek myth of Icarus flight. The next that happened in my dream was a direful sinking into the ocean. The combination of this dream, a poem by Sylvia Plath and other things made me write this poem where I see a strong connection with yours. Hope you like it: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2018/10/27/afloat-2/
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