The wind whispers secrets of the earth
as I close the window, sealing the scent
of damp soil and distant memories
while the clock halts at twelve.
Silence wraps around me like a shawl
each breath a rhythm, steady yet hesitant
holding back the tears that dare to fall
in the quiet of this moment.
Courage finds its way through cracks
in acknowledging the tremors within
where strength and frailty intertwine
and weakness becomes my boldest truth.
Dear sky, today I write with a smile,
as I watch the red balloon rise,
its ribbon slipping through fingers,
like whispers of promises, unfulfilled.
Below, a faded store sign watches,
letters worn by time and sun,
its silence louder than words.
The balloon dances with the breeze,
a carefree wanderer in the blue,
while children gaze in wonder,
their laughter echoes in the air.
I imagine it speaking, softly,
between the clouds, finding freedom,
in the space between breaths.
Yet, there's a sweetness in this parting,
a tear held back by hope,
as if knowing that release brings peace.
The balloon, a messenger of dreams,
carries wishes beyond our reach,
while the sun dips low, painting
the sky with hues of quiet longing.
And so, dear sky, I end this note,
with a heart both empty and full.
The balloon, now a dot in the vastness,
teaches us the grace of letting go.
In its ascent, we find solace,
in silence, a gentle reminder,
that even the quiet can be a comfort.
Di sudut kamar, aku duduk,
membaca ulang pesanmu,
satu per satu, kata-kata mengalir,
seperti sungai dingin,
mengalir tanpa henti, tanpa henti,
menyentuh dinding hati yang rapuh.
Suara adzan magrib terdengar,
dari kejauhan, menggema,
mengisi ruang kosong,
di antara jeda pesan,
yang tertinggal di layar,
diam, namun tak sepenuhnya bisu.
Koma, di tempat tak lazim,
menghentikan alur kalimat,
sejenak, memberi ruang,
untuk merenung,
di tengah keramaian sunyi,
yang membalut malam ini.
Di balik kata-kata,
tersimpan makna tersembunyi,
mengalir perlahan,
menyusuri relung jiwa,
hingga akhirnya,
sunyi pun bisa menenangkan.