Dom Pérignon

Ilustrasi Sastra "Dom Pérignon".
Sumber: Dok. Pribadi

Her soul was radiant;

Her gaze was a gleam;

Her thought was a sunrises-like brust. 

She had wished to touch the ground;

She had wished to touch the ground twice;

She had wished to touch the ground thrice;

For she imprisoned high in the tower.

How could she not notice the dimness of her eyes while she kept for a wish?

How could she not notice the radiant was low while she kept for a wish?

All she found was void,

And doubts glow —

The saccharine taste of the first sip,

She's on her quest to fit;

She entwined in the intricate tapestry.

She has so lost,

The sunrises pass her,

What does she know?

Who was she before the summer-storm?

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