puisi tentang angin sore
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Empty Balcony at Dusk
The wind stirs softly, whispers
across the empty terrace, brushing
past the shoes lined like soldiers.I speak to the wall's silhouette,
words almost misspelled in thought,
as if they too have given up.Breathing matches the pulse,
each exhale a quiet resignation,
finding grace in silent surrender.Yet, as I pause, the world moves,
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Angin Sore di Balkon
angin sore berbisik pelan,
di balkon kosong, sunyi merambat.
menyusuri jemuran di halaman,
kain-kain menari tanpa irama,
seperti hati yang tak padu.
berbicara pada diri sendiri,
coba netral, namun gagal.di antara helai kain basah,
terselip kenangan yang enggan pergi.
menjemput angin, berharap tenang,
namun rindu tak harus pulang.
seperti bayang di balik tirai,
yang …