Di pagi yang menggantung
di rambut kusut
cermin kabur menyimpan rahasia
Senyum tipis mengiringi
gerobak nasi goreng lewat
mengusir sunyi yang merayap
Dalam mimpi tersimpan
bimbang yang bergetar
menyisir pelan, menahan tangis
Retak cermin mengungkap
keindahan tersembunyi
senyum yang kembali utuh
The cable winds and winds,
around my fingers, around my thoughts.
I seek clarity in the loops,
but the knots remain,
silent, silent… like a prayer
echoing in the tiled room,
where the water bucket sits.
Repetition, repetition of days,
of breaths held in pauses,
of moments tangled in silence.
I ask, I wonder,
in the stillness of morning light,
where the water waits,
reflecting the cracks, the beauty.
The charger coils, the heart beats,
searching for connection, for peace.
In the quiet, in the echo,
I find the answer, the whisper
of something broken, yet whole.
The water ripples gently,
revealing the art of imperfection.