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merayakan kesunyian

gedung tinggi mengedipkan mata mereka
mobil berlari seakan tak ada hari esok
entah apa yang mereka kejar
apakah waktu?
apakah uang?
atau mungkinkah kesempatan?

tidak perlu uang yang banyak
tidak perlu teman yang banyak
membayangkan itu saja aku gemetar
gentar dengan semua riuh yang menemani

sebab yang lebih menghibur
adalah menatap langit gelap
sambil mendengarkan alunan musik
minum secangkir teh hijau panas
dan merayakan kesunyian

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