âme

A soul knocks on heaven's door in quiet. 

It carried only a weak appeal and a faint hope. 

Tears poured as it implored. 

Despite frailty, faith remains. 

When it's out of energy, it falls. 

it gave up its surrender. 

Then suddenly, A wing sprouted, 

Allowing it to fly again.

Medan, Nov 18th 2022

That time, at late afternoon

 

In a place we never knew before,

a secret revealed itself.

I think I saw you,

cried.