Echoes of Wings in a Free Sky

By Yusuf Achmad

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I let the bird free,
its wings tear through the walls once holding it back.
It soars into the wild winds,
sweeping away dust, sorrow, and old remains.

I let burdens sink deep,
into the tides of time that sway, never breaking.
I let scents, memories, and the bitter air seep in,
becoming ink that scripts fate across the sky.

I want swift birds,
dancing between fragments of light,
their wings painting letters,
a blazing cry: BRAVO!

Like planes that rise on days of victory,
scattering shouts of joy into the echoing heavens,
never undone by storm, untouched by grim winds,
still singing, still soaring,
leaving trails for a future that gleams.

A time where dusk no longer carries wounds,
and clouds that cradle sorrow
become songs of courage,
never fading away.