In a park, 

I sat on a bench 

with breadcrumbs in my pocket.

Then you came—

a white leaf falling weightlessly.

I didn’t need to put up a cage 

or tie your feet with string,

just a little attention.

We are merely offering fingers 

and welcoming beaks. 

I enjoy the flutter of your wings,

without daring to caress 

your soft feathers.

Feeding you is my way of loving you without having 

to claim you,

let you stay wild, even though 

I am the most loyal one waiting here.

I never named you.

I never took your freedom.

Because if I did, you would no longer be the miracle I knew.

Let you remain a heavenly secret that never fails to make me lose my mind.

No need for a name on your feet, 

no need for chains binding you. 

Just the flap of your wings remains in my memory.

Mon chéri—

you’re not mine,

but also not anyone’s.

—Vania C.A (7d)✌️✌️

(Akhirnua setelah hiatus 4 hari💔💔💔)