puisi tentang keheningan sebelum fajar
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Before Dawn at the Station
The train tracks hum a quiet song,
as we stand in the dim light,
words hanging like the mist,
between breaths, the fan creaks.Your eyes trace the horizon,
searching for the first sign of dawn.
A pause… the world holds its breath,
as if waiting for something unsaid.The train arrives, a steel whisper,
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