I felt the wind stir,
and heard the voice of a bird.
I named the voice wind,
as if the bird itself were speaking.
At the hem of evening light,
once more, I reach toward the sky.
If it is in that narrow hour
where dawn and dusk entwine,
perhaps I may meet you again.
The western sea whispered,
as night arrived.
And within me—
this quiet ache still breathes.
- - -
Character: Fara Oskayl
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bird
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avian
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kemono
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sunset
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08 Nov 2025 12:22 CET
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