The Falcon of the Bushido Warrior

02:44 A.M. the clock of my night…But I cannot sleep.As if for the tenth time I have visitedMy beloved, sun-drenched country.Live broadcast. Midnight. 00:44 A.M.

As if the falcon's wings were bound —He cannot take flight at all.He beats in a cage, in a viscous world…

He throws his head up to the heights!For genes allow a free bird to fly.

While he beats his wings on the floor, in this cage.
And pure blood flows onto the net —A Bushido Warrior awakens within.

And this is the Path. And it must be walked to the end. Never betraying your cherished dream.

To finally breathe out. To leave the fake bottom behind.To wash the forced shadows off the face.

To rest, having passed one's transformation.To be cleansed by truth from lies and bonds.

To confidently take to the wing — and fly higher than Olympus!

There, where freedom and eternal cliffs await! ;;;

Oksana the Poet
02:44 A.M. September 13, 2026 

Yekaterinburg.