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Bisikkan Kepadanya


Barang hati terpelintir takdir
Hilang pula malam panjang
Terhapus sendu; tertiban kenyataan
Untuk kau, yang diselimuti indah;
Berlapiskan luka dibalik senyum tanpa kata,
Genggam erat perasaan yang ia hadirkan di depanmu
Dan tolong bisikkan kepadanya tentang arti rumah
Serta pastikan kelabunya akan segera sirna
Bisikkan kepadanya tentang bahagia yang menanti
Lalu jaga sisa hatinya jangan kau lukai

Tolong bisikkan kepadanya berkali-kali
Karena kata ku tak lagi mau ia mengerti.

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