Ketika Malam Menjadi Pagi # (When Night Becomes Morning)

Salam Sahabat Steemian

Tak ada yang sanggup membunuh mu
Kecuali di titipi kuasaNya
Tak jua juga cinta itu
Mesti harus tertikam pilu
Terajam sembilu
Terhujan kelu
Terperangkap sendu rindu
Takkan ada yang sanggup mematikan
Tanpa membawa kuasa dariNya

Lihat di tepi jalan tandus itu
Mesti susah payah antara harapan dan putus asa
Siapa yang mengirim kabut di gelap pagi?
Walau hanya dengan setetes embun dari kumpulan kabut yang membasahi tandus tempatnya berpijak rumput itu sanggup bertahan hidup
Dan berlanjut tetap hidup
Sampai selesai pentaskan peran yang harus di mainkan dalam hidupnya
Musuh baginya adalah dirinya sendiri
Terjebak lorong gelap yang berbisik merayu mengakhiri hidup
Membunuh diri sendiri
Dengan pisau-pisau tajam miliknya
Memutus tali-tali semangat
Menyembelih nadi-nadi harapan
Merobek-robek nafas perjuangan
Melukai diri sendiri

Lihat disana di taman-taman cintaNya.
Aneka bunga mekar semua dalam naungan kasih-sayang
Membawa karunia keindahan masing-masing.
Menebar wangi khas sendiri-sendiri
Adakah sekuntum saja yang sia-sia dari perhatianNya?

Waktu bergulir
Musim berganti
Peran berubah
Malam menjadi pagi
Mentari masih bersinar esok hari
Kenapa kau lukai diri mu sendiri?
CambukNya memang pedih
Namun itulah bahasa peduli

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Dear Steemit Friends

No one can kill you
Except in titipi His power
Nor is it love
Must be pierced
Sharp-nosed
Terhujan ex
Caught cursedly miserable
Nobody can turn it off
Without bringing power from Him

Look on the edge of that barren street
It must be painstakingly between hope and despair
Who sent fog in the dark of the morning?
Although only a drop of dew from the barren wet hole where it rests on its grass can survive
And continue to live
Until you finish the role that must be played in his life
The enemy for him is himself
Trapped the dark alley that whispered seduce to end life
Killing yourself
With his sharp knives
Breaking the ropes of spirit
Slaughtering the pulse of hope
Tearing out the breath of struggle
Self-injure

See there in His love gardens
Various flowers bloom all in the shade of affection
Bringing the gift of each beauty
Spread the distinctive fragrance individually
Is there a vain flower of His attention?

Scrolling time
The seasons change
The role changed
Night becomes morning
Mentari still shines tomorrow
Why did you hurt yourself?
His whip is painful
But that's a caring language

Thanks. Regards Morning Friends of Steemian

#photos are source

SALAM
@boyelleq