puisi tentang janji yang terlupakan
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The Passing Motors Echo
The laptop's glow fades, a silent retreat,
Unfinished words linger, caught in thought's web.
Outside, a motor hums, fleeting and brief,
Casting moving shadows across the wall,
A reminder of promises made in haste,
Now reconsidered under the quiet hum,
Where time pauses, inviting reflection.The room holds its breath, a witness to pause,
As …
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Drying Hair by The Fan
Through the bus window, I see
a girl, hair wet, drying
in front of a fan, her thoughts
scattered like leaves on a windy day
she wears a school uniformHer eyes are distant, reflecting
promises made and broken
in the quiet hum of blades
as if the world outside
is just a passing scene…
