Sekat beratap, 5 Juli 2015

The way she closes the door

Ketika ia menutup pintu, brak.
Seperti dibangunnya dinding-dinding ego
Yang bahkan belum boleh dimasuki oleh malaikat sekalipun.
Biar Allah yang menghujamkan kepadanya puisi untuk sekedar bernapas

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