Tribute in Light Bird’s-Eye View

When one
thousand pairs of
wings get trapped in the beams
of searchlights, or one crashes to
the ground,

signs of
confusion, it’s
time to pause for twenty
moments to release us to the

No one
wants more death to
further scar this date. Cries
fill the night. Please help me find my
way home.

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