Dari Senja
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Last published Mon, Oct 23, 2017
Langit yang tadi biru kini berubah menjadi menguning. Matahari perlahan demi perlahan mulai menghilang, hanya menyisakan cahaya kuningnya. Tidak terik juga tidak gelap, suasana teduh dengan dipayungi senja. Siang yang begitu terik kini telah tidak ada, berganti menjadi senja yang indah dengan warna khasnya. Kesibukan yang tadi di rasakan oleh semua makhluk hidup, kini menjadi tenang dan lengang.
Untuk anak bungsuku,
Salam dari Ibu dan juga Tetehmu,
Dan terimakasih untuk suratnya.
Kami akan selalu merindukan Senja.
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