kangen

seperti matahari yang terbit

tanpa ada pagi yang menjemput datang;

seperti kaki yang siap melangkah

di jalan yang tiba-tiba menghilang;

seperti wangi yang ada mengembang

tanpa mawar yang menebar harumnya;

seperti hujan yang mau turun

di tengah lautan yang tak mengharapkan;

seperti nada merdu yang didengungkan

tanpa lagu untuk menghantarkan;

seperti nafas yang siap berhembus

tapi hidup tak lagi ada;

seperti ribuan kepingan cinta

tanpa hati yang mau menerima

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empty

cold air

cool wind

shivering

in the dark

alone

in the midst of people

walking

talking

but no friends

quiet

in the midst of loudness

many words, many sounds

but no kindness

still

in the midst of every movement

so fast

the drive

but nothing

and still it's cold

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a thing named sun

one can never phathom

the journey of the sun;

it rises at a certain time

it sets at its own time

when it rises

we rise with it

we breathe

we live

we ARE.

also when it sets

we stop

we wither

we are still

we die.

one never will understand

the journey of the sun;

its time to become

its time to be gone

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the conversation

tonight, i prayed

my soul was that of a woman

lost.  unlonging.  unsearching.

like a dry, empty desert

deserted.

walking;  neither fast, neither slow

never seeing an end

not wanting to find an end

floating.

following... nothing.

unsure.  unsecure.

it was not light - nor dark

it just merely was.

but tonight i prayed

could it be a beginning?

or was it finally an end?

i only know

it was the best conversation ever.

in a long time.

with GOD.

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