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Sebuah Kisah tentang Layang-Layang

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Aku adalah layang-layang yang putus dari tambatan.

Ikatanku terlibas sekelibat angin biru.

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Dulu sekali, diwaktu aku berangan-angan pada pagi di suatu kali…

Kuramalkan diriku jatuh dan sobek sana-sini,

Bila nanti kutemui tali kecil ini tak lagi mengikatku pada bumi.

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Tapi ternyata, karangan kita tidak selalu demikian kenyataannya.

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Karena justru,

Karena tambatku yang putus, aku menjadi tahu,

Rasanya terbang bersama angin,

Mengarung langit yang kuning, ungu, biru, hingga kelabu.

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Kupikir,

Tali yang kokoh dan panjang memungkinkanku terbang,

Ternyata,

Angin yang kukuh, bebas, tak terhalanglah,

Yang mengantarku menyentuh awan.

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Jatuh itu klise.

Toh kita semua akan kembali ke tanah.

Tapi berteman dengan angin si prajurit alam aku mulai percaya,

Suatu kali lepas dari angkasa ini,

Ke tanah, aku tidak akan jatuh.

Aku labuh.

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11.49 WIB

18 Juni 2017

Anggun Nadia Fatimah

The World of No Word

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In this world, there are many ways to express things,

I know a next door who only smile and waves his hand whenever people pass his front yard.

NUEVO-FP

Never says a word to the world.

His family run all the needs to talk,

While he remain smiling.

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You know, darling?

Nobody else wondering,

Whether this person can only speak in absolutely nothing.

Nobody asks.

Cause this neighbourhood has always known his meaning.

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I know a painter who lives in quite a small village,

A clean river passes through it.

He paints almost all the time,

Only stop to do his daily needs and to glide his palms onto the one that flowing.

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The painter lives alone.

Through his works he only speaking.

Once I was a kid I remembered people chattering,

That for him the colors dancing.

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Once in a while I drop by,

Entering an art gallery to which he usually sends his paintings.

By only looking, I think I understand his vulnerable feeling,

Sometimes sad, sometimes exciting.

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A conversation, 4.52 am

June 16th, 2017

Anggun Nadia Fatimah

Girl with A Flare Skirt

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A girl with a flare skirt glances,

Looking through the glassmade window,

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Wind blows, passing the windowsill in silence.

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The girl with a flare skirt keep staring,

Far and far away, none else know where her mind goes wandering,

Or hiding.

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The girl with the flare skirt skips hear afternoon meals,

She comes out, open the door, walking right to the tree over the windowsill from which at first she was staring.

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The girl with the flare skirt does only one thing,

She picks up a little light brown leaf that has just been falling,

No body understands the exact meaning.

Or moaning.

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The girl with the flare skirt takes a break and breathing,

Help herself to a nice sitting position,

To the more and more leaves that falling,

She keeps observing.

Or might be blindly looking.

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It is the heart that goes wander and knows no way to come back home.

It is the mind that actually doing things, but now certainly freezing.

The girl with the flare skirt is standing.

That’s what people could tell by looking.

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But inside,

The girl with the flare skirt is actually drowning.

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Wednesday, 31st of May, 2017

13.28 GMT+7

Anggun Nadia Fatimah