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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Mei

kau ingat kita berjalan mendekati malam ?..


udara ringan bergerak menjadi angin


menanggalkan dedaunan


Pucuk pucuk ranting kering bersandar dipunggung malam dingin



Mei, adalah bulan yang teramat sunyi


karena engkau tak lagi bernyanyi.


Dan cinta dari kemaren terbang bersama angin


sedang wajah dari dahulu datang mengusik rindu.


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