Noen Muti

In the depths of my soul,
A darkness consumes,
Whispers of doubt and woe,
Echoes of past fumes.
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In the month of November, when the air turns crisp,
And the leaves fall gently, like a lover's whispered kiss,
The land is still dry, with no sign of rain,
Yet my heart yearns for it, like a sweet refrain.
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The sun sets, a fiery ball
Beneath the horizon's call
The world grows still, a hushed refrain
As shadows lengthen, one by one
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God, all of my days
In Your presence, I'll stay
You guide me with love and grace
In Your arms, I find solace and embrace
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In every breath you take,
And every step you make,
God's presence echoes,
A gentle whisper in your heart.
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I am not always the sun or the rainbow.
Sometimes, I am the cause of storms, or perhaps I am the storm itself.
I can even be a heavy rain or thunder and lightning.
I cannot always be the moon that illuminates the darkest nights;
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I guide the weary old sun to return to its orbit,
Arrange the sparkling, frolicking star children to stay in their places.
I'm done,
Now I shall pluck the petals of your soul, return them to their rightful space.
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I stand in silence, a body frozen like alabaster. The clock's ticking echoes through the prison walls. Stifled life behind bars, akin to a coffin for the deceased. Yet, a steadfast mind weaves millions of words into thousands of sentences, crafting irregular verses, a message of revolution. A will to alter history, but not one's fate.

Still, I remain silent and immobile, mouth sealed. Eyes gaze far into the future, witnessing spirits soaring, piercing through walls, riding the winds. Departing, leaving a shrunken form like an ant on the palm of its hand. A deer breaks free from the hunter's snare. Silence lingers like a monument, unable to contain thoughts roaming wild, wandering, seeking the path to freedom.
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In an exchange of feelings, uneven and unsure,
I hesitate.
To continue means adding pain,
Wounds, and anguish,
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You're like the twilight sky I always wish to see at the end of each day,
Whether directly or only in imagination.
To me, you're a beauty that has unintentionally been present in my life,
Though I know you're too far for me to reach, separated by the vast universe.
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In the grand theater of life's absurdity,
Where chaos reigns with sheer hilarity.
A dance of deadlines and pointless pursuits,
Oh, how meaningful are these daily disputes?
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In the realm of melodies, a playlist unfolds,
Echoes of favorites, stories untold.
Notes dancing softly, a rhythm's embrace,
Each song a journey, a cherished space.
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In shadows deep, my soul does fade,
Life's toll, a heavy burden laid.
Dreams whispered, 'Stay in slumber's hold,
For waking brings a tale untold.'
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In the heart of the archipelago's embrace,
Indonesia, my cherished dwelling place.
Beneath the equator's warm glow,
A tapestry of islands, a nation to show.
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If tomorrow starts without me,
No sun to warm my face,
No dawn to greet my waking eyes,
I'll leave behind an empty space.
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In the moonlight's eerie glow,
Whispers of love begin to sow.
A haunted embrace, a chilling kiss,
In the realm where shadows reminisce.
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In the tapestry of life, woven with hands bare,
A dance between birth and death, beyond compare.
With empty palms, we enter this grand stage,
No treasures clutched, no scripted page.
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In love's sweet folly, hearts entwined,
A dance of fools, the blind leading blind.
Through verses spun, a tale so grand,
Yet reason lost in passion's command.
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For smiles conceal a pain profound,
Pretense, a burden silently bound.
Behind the façade, a heart does ache,
In the act of pretending, a soul at stake.
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In realms of words, where verses dance and twirl,
A sonnet weaves, the world's poetic pearl.
With ink-stained quills, the poets' dreams unfurl,
A symphony of language, a cherished swirl.
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