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hujan sore ini

 17.00 WIT

Hari ini cuacanya dingin.

Aku tertidur mendengarkan suara hujan.
Kubuka mataku ketika tubuh kian menggigil.
Secangkir teh hangat kuseduh.
Wanginya menyeruak, hatiku merasa tenang.

Hujan masih turun,
kupandangi rintiknya.
Sesekali kuseruput teh yang wangi.

Sore inipun, aku merindukanmu.

-num

1.6.21

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