puisi tentang refleksi masa lalu
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The Passing Motors Echo
The laptop's glow fades, a silent retreat,
Unfinished words linger, caught in thought's web.
Outside, a motor hums, fleeting and brief,
Casting moving shadows across the wall,
A reminder of promises made in haste,
Now reconsidered under the quiet hum,
Where time pauses, inviting reflection.The room holds its breath, a witness to pause,
As …