puisi tentang menerima waktu
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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.
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Gelas Bening Berembun
Di sudut kamar, pakaian teronggok,
menanti sentuhan air dan sabun.
Di luar, suara doa lirih terdengar,
tak tahu siapa yang memohon.Gelas bening berembun di meja,
saksi bisu percakapan malam,
antara kerasnya janji yang terucap,
dan bisikan hati yang mengalah.Waktu merayap pelan,
menyentuh setiap sudut ruangan.
Aku di sini, mendengar tanpa tahu,
membiarkan diri …
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Charger Cable in Hand
The cable twists in my grasp,
like words unsaid, coiling tight.
A motor passes, unseen,
its hum a reminder of silence.
Between us, a pause lingers,
a conversation never begun.Light shifts through the window,
changing shapes on the wall.
I trace the lines, hoping
to find meaning in shadows.
Yet, the moment slips away,
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