puisi inggris-Percikan Rindu
Night began to creep
I live alone in a deserted dreamy
Eyes were reluctant closed
He could still see dense clouds of black
Trace - trace of longing
In desperation buried
Came the sense that often arise drowned
.. Rindu is silent
Missed is the figure of conditioning the heart
Were able to assemble into a coherent love and affection
Can you hear it ??
Not many want me ..
May God unite us in love serene
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Malam mulai merayap
Tinggal aku termenung sendiri dalam sepi
Mata pun enggan terpejam
Masih terbayang awan pekat hitam
Menelusuri jejak - jejak kerinduan
Dalam asa yang terpendam
Muncullah rasa yang seringnya timbul tenggelam
Ialah.. Rindu yang bungkam
Rindu akan sosok penyejuk kalbu
Yang mampu merangkai Kasih dan sayang menjadi padu
Mampukah kau mendengar itu ??
Tak banyak ingin ku..
Semoga Allah menyatukan kita dalam Kasih yang syahdu
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