puisi tentang waktu dan kesunyian
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Whispers at Dusk
The phone sits silent and still,
awaiting a message that never arrives.
Adhan calls softly from afar,
a reminder of time that moves on.I sift through words unsent,
conversations hanging in the air.
The dusk wraps around my thoughts,
as I wait, aware yet unburdened.Memories blend into the present,
a tapestry woven with …