The City of Wings

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The Third Song — “The City of Wings”

Then the night opens its hands,
and the song becomes visible.
White birds soar out of the chords,
carrying glowing notes like lanterns.
Each feather trails a memory;
each light becomes a new sound.
Music spills across rooftops
and seeps into dreams of strangers,
teaching them how to fly without leaving.
The choir rises,
not louder,
but deeper.