So translucent and transparent
I ran away from the big mansion
I lost and led astray
In the twilight I pitched a tent
In the morning disappear it went
My home is made of poetry
The place I wed and breed
It's gonna be long I guess, but it'll come
I'm no longer craving for the dusk
Let the sweet words go scattered
When longing for the one
(Translation by Affiq from the poem Rumahku by Chairil Anwar)
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