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aku memimpikan perjalanan pulang
dengan riak angin di antara lembut mata
yang saling berbicara dengan bahasa kalbu

rindang tangan ini
pada pukul lima sore
diam-diam ingin memeluk wajahmu yang dipenuhi tetumbuhan
:rimbun dan kebiruan

ketika pulang
aku yang menemani ingatanmu yang tumbuh cepat
adalah kita yang saling memandang lurus
menohok tiang-tiang hujan yang datang berkomplotan
membuat rambut kita yang gerimis makin basah

Piy,
sepulangnya dari sini
aku akan membawamu pergi bersama layar-layar
yang dibawa angin menuju laut lepas

perjalanan memang panjang
kepulangan yang semakin akrab
membuat kita takut dengan kepulangan-kepulangan lain

lantas aku teringat pada langkah kita yang mengacau
: Piy
  lekas pulang


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  1. Juju Onyols - Sikonyols25 Februari 2013 pukul 19.32

    puisi lagi ya hoho, ajarin dong :p

    ih, payah nih.

    blognya di follow, eh... gak di follow balik, kecewa deh penonton.

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    1. Miss Mut25 Februari 2013 pukul 21.32

      eh tunggu ju. dari kemarin ga bisa follow. sinyal lola. iya aku folback. ane follow. tenang,

      Hapus

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