puisi tentang introspeksi malam
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A Bus Rides Echo
The bus hums through the night,
a forgotten wallet whispers
between the seats, a pause,
where unspoken words linger,
like a rak sepatu on the porch.A conversation never had,
frozen in the chill air,
questions that drift, unanswered,
as the bus sways, cradling silence,
a momentary shelter from the cold.The night stretches on,
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Clock Ticking in the Dark
In the quiet, the clock speaks,
its voice steady, a reminder
of moments that slip away unnoticed,
like clothes on a line, swaying
in the night breeze.I pause, listening to the silence,
each tick a heartbeat of time passing,
in this room where shadows linger.
Perhaps, in the stillness,
my silence is a prayer.