I Am Spartacus ,......

November 2015

I Am Spartacus ,.....


Oft spoke.

In days of old.

When stood amongst my brothers.

Where we stood as one.

Those words, now merely..... whispers, in the wind.

Like the fluttering, of falling feathers.

We flew, too near, the sun.

For back then


I was ....... Icarus once .

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