Weiss Heim.

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In bondage of space,
Thou art not far from heaven,
The empyrean is not
Distant from thy earthly home.

That rose—embowered garden,
Immune from winter’s frost,
Is closer than it appears
To thy grief—stricken soul.

What the ways of the ascetic
Teach —is that all life
Is like a flying arrow,
Not far from the bow.

Thy reach is far above
The spheres of the moon and stars;
If thou but venturest forth,
The heavens are not too high.

On the tortuous path of love,
The traveller who knows,
May ask his guide to leave him,
To seek a lonely trail.

- mohamad iqbal.

- pic : Last Sunset Ever by natas7


langit senja nan merah
bertandang lagi
hati menjadi resah
tak terperi.

puas dikira bintang-bintang di langit
berulang-ulang berkali-kali
namun rindu dihati
tak juga terobati.

puas di renung bulan penuh di balik awan
dijadikan teman setiap malam
namun masih juga sunyi
sepi sekali.

didakap malam menyelimuti diri
pinjam kan lah sedikit kehangatkan
namun kesejukan keseorangan
semakin dingin.

bila kata-kata cinta
hanyalah indah ditutur
apalah lagi yang terdaya
selain meneguk derita
memamah kecewa.


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