di lorong ini, waktu bergerak lambat
gemuruh langkah kaki samar terdengar
dinding putih menyimpan cerita
baju seragam sekolah tergantung di sana
seperti kenangan masa lalu yang setia
menunggu panggilan, detik terasa panjang
ruang kosong ini penuh harapan
saat suara datang, aku tetap diam
menyimak bisikan yang tak terucap
baju seragam itu mengingatkan
tentang perjalanan yang pernah ditempuh
waktu mengalir tanpa perlu tergesa
seperti sungai yang tahu arahnya
biarkan waktu berbicara dalam sunyi
The streetlight flickers, a gentle pulse,
as raindrops tap their tiny dance,
I watch from afar, curious eyes,
the earth drinks slowly, savoring the chance.
Whispers of water echo in the night,
a symphony of drops, a quiet song,
no rush in this reunion, just time,
letting moments linger, where they belong.
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 touch.
The fan's rhythm, harsh yet soothing,
carries the weight of unspoken words.
In the pause, a moment of stillness,
time rests on the edge of a breath.
No rush to capture fleeting whispers,
allowing the world to unfold,
in its own unhurried way,
letting time speak without force.