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ajari aku menari

intaian dari jendela seni
tampak wajah penuh misteri
seperti mirat cinta yang retak
berbirat luka nan sebak
namun masih anggun dibias cahaya
kilau tetap memukau mata

tak terpaling tatap
pada redup mata dihadap
pada indah tari dirai
pada lunak suara menyanyi
apa azimat dilempar
hingga nurani diamuk gentar

.........

jendela terkuak
sejengkal merangkak
seanjak menapak
ke pentas seni
ingin turut menari
kendati janggal kaki berdiri

..........

menemani, adakah sudi?

kiambang
23062007

:: alam seni... aku orang baru.. baru mula, belum tahu, lambat reti... namun tidak ingin terus di lembah ini.. puncak ingin ku daki... seni aspirasi diri... ajari aku siapa yang sudi~
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  1. AnonymousJune 24, 2009 at 9:34 AM

    wah~ romantiknya cik kiambang~~~~

    siapa yang bertanya - menemani, adakah sudi?

    si penari?

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  2. AnonymousJune 24, 2009 at 9:45 AM

    romantik itu suatu pujian saya kira, terima kasih.. :)
    sengaja mengelakkan pengunaan kata ganti diri agar timbul tanda tanya...
    sbg pembaca, siapa yg kamu rasa bertanya.. itulah orangnya...

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