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| Ilustrasi Sastra “Dom Pérignon”. Sumber: Dok. Pribadi |
Her soul was radiant;
Her gaze was a gleam;
Her thought was a sunrises-like brust.
She had wished to touch the ground;
She had wished to touch the ground twice;
She had wished to touch the ground thrice;
For she imprisoned high in the tower.
How could she not notice the dimness of her eyes while she kept for a wish?
How could she not notice the radiant was low while she kept for a wish?
All she found was void,
And doubts glow —
The saccharine taste of the first sip,
She’s on her quest to fit;
She entwined in the intricate tapestry.
She has so lost,
The sunrises pass her,
What does she know?
Who was she before the summer-storm?
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