keheningan ruang tunggu
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Hujan Pertama di Ruang Tunggu
I sit, watching the streetlamp flicker
A lone sentinel in the quiet drizzle
The first rain taps softly on the roof
I trace the rhythm with silent thoughts
Each drop a memory, a whisper of past
As if the earth breathes anew
I am caught in this moment of pauseThe world outside shimmers with …
