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nisa Jan 2014
our feets covered with dirt
my hand holding yours
your mouth whispering to my ear

when your eyes glittering under the sunrays
when i pull your face closer to mine
when i can hear the woods speaks to me

if i can't remember who i am
if i can't kiss your neck anymore

would you always be mine?
a poem in my OC (original character)'s POV
nisa May 2014
ketika berjalan di atas rumput
waktu seakan melambat
seakan aku melangkah terseok
seakan bumi berusaha menelan kakiku

kubiarkan tubuhku terjatuh
sementara mataku memanah langit
menunggu alam menjamahku
menggerogoti nadiku
tulang sumsumku
nyawaku

biarlah darahku menjadi nutrisi bagi tanah
mungkin dagingku bergizi bagi hewan liar
sementara tubuhku membusuk
bersatu dengan hara
tunas-tunas mungil muncul dari dalam
dan bunga-bungaan bermekaran
di antara tulang rusukku
Inspired by Edvard Munch's quote: "From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."

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