puisi tentang mendengar keheningan
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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.