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Di Balik Utuhnya Rembulan

Di Balik Utuhnya Rembulan

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Photo: Unsplash, by Raimond KlavinsRintik halus bergulir jatuh dari angkasa, menyapa bumi dengan senyum merekahnya, lalu menciptakan bau harum yang memikat Cemara kapanpun ia tiba. Tebakannya benar. Saat pagi tadi ia membuka mata, sang mentari sedang absen menyambutnya, tergantikan oleh langit yang berbalut kabut tebal. Rasa-rasanya hari ini akan hujan, pikir gadis itu. Tapi tak apa, semoga saja hujan

All Myself to You: Epilog

All Myself to You: Epilog

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Photo: Unsplash, by Alex MotocAngin sore musim gugur menyapa kulit pucat Hime Kalani untuk kesekian kalinya. Perlahan, ia mengeratkan mantel merah marunnya dan kembali berjalan di trotoar sempit itu. Busan hari itu cukup lengang, sesuatu yang jarang ditemui akhir-akhir ini. Mobil-mobil yang biasanya terjebak dalam kemacetan sore tak satupun menampakkan wujudnya. Hanya beberapa lelaki paruh baya yang dengan giat

the me in your eyes

the me in your eyes

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i always wonder if growing sensible if keeping eyes on people trying to match my pace with the vast universe i must've failed that slightest gaze turns to staring understanding is no longer a thing we all presuming what you do, what i do what you'll think what i think of you until blurred lines cross our paths

if the moon ever meets the sun

if the moon ever meets the sun

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You told me you'll be that exquisite wisteria You told me you'll guard my ways, forever Your light shone so bright, even the sun would step backward Your smile, that beautiful smile, t'was such a delight, the last thing I could recall of you I could never forget your gentle embrace Deep buried between those tiny arms With

Come Home to Me

Come Home to Me

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Days with you were blooming spring. Through the highs and the lows, Walking on a path full of flowers. I love drowning in your clear eyes. Lost in that breathtaking horizon. Embrace me with your presence. Warmness spread through your spirit. You told me you'll be here. Always. Years gone by, Time consumed your soul. Knocking on your

A Liar, You Are

A Liar, You Are

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Confessions are fragile. I could either run, or stay trapped between your lies. That comforting smile. The joy is missing. Your eyes speak sorrows. The tiny bulb glimmered. In those painful stares I know, You never loved me. -second part of the heartbreak series- and a very short (quick) one.
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