ANISSAH FEBRIYANA ZAHRA

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THE TASK OF MAKING A SONG FROM POETRY,,

Wounds in the twilight sky

When the sun begins to sink

The sky turns golden red

The wind whispers softly in the ear

Accompanying the empty soul

Remembering the beautiful memories with you

Which cannot be repeated by time

Nature speaks silently

Teaching us the meaning of disappointment

You are like twilight

Comes beautiful, then disappears

But your footsteps are always left behind Filling the heart with everlasting memories