puisi tentang ritme kehidupan
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Empty Balcony at Dusk
The wind stirs softly, whispers
across the empty terrace, brushing
past the shoes lined like soldiers.I speak to the wall's silhouette,
words almost misspelled in thought,
as if they too have given up.Breathing matches the pulse,
each exhale a quiet resignation,
finding grace in silent surrender.Yet, as I pause, the world moves,
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Kabel Charger dan Kain Sarung
Kabel charger menggulung pelan
di tangan yang lelah meraba
seperti kenangan yang kusimpan
di antara kain sarung di kursi plastik.Menggulung, menggulung, tanpa suara
seperti rindu yang tak pernah tuntas
melingkar di sudut hati
mencari tempat untuk berlabuh.Di sini, aku bicara pada diri
mencari arti di setiap lilitan
menyimpan jeda panjang di tengah,
menghela …
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Alarm dan Kaleng Biskuit
alarm berdering, memecah waktu pagi
jemari meraba, mematikannya pelan
kamar terasa berat, menahan hari
seperti kaleng biskuit bekas, penuh kenangan
di sudut meja, menyimpan jarum dan benang
mengumpulkan sisa hari yang berlalusuara burung di luar, nyanyiannya pilu
tapi di dalam, hening menguasai
tirai jendela masih menutup erat
seperti menolak cahaya yang datang
seperti menolak …
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Chairs After Guests Depart
The rain drums softly on the tin roof,
each drop a whisper in the night.
I gather chairs, their legs scraping
against the floor—echoes of laughter
that linger still, despite the silence.
In this quiet, I send a prayer,
for those who left, and those who stay.The room feels larger now, emptier,
as if …
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Whisper of the Fan
The fan hums a tune, a gentle roar,
hair dances in the breeze,
thoughts drift like leaves,
in the current of whispered dreams.
School uniform folded neatly,
a relic of days not far.Silent prayers weave through the air,
between gusts and pauses,
hopes float, fragile as dandelion seeds,
knowing the ground they may never …