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SITI NURALIMAH

1952041041 (PBI-B)
INTRODUCTION TO LITERATURE

This Longing of The Heart


The ripples of tears, framing the nights,
circling the quietness.
My heart suddenly asks,
“why is it being like this?”.
I'm in a space alone,
staring at the dim sky,
holding back the feeling of the gurgling sore,
rooted into the recesses of the heart.
A strange feeling that welled up in me,
coloring my days in blue,
embracing me in unusual silence.
This longing of the heart, drags me slowly,
in a feeling of emptiness,
silent, imperceptible.
How long has the perch been lively?
Inline waiting for a reply,
that I haven't grasped why.
This longing of the heart, calls me slowly,
holding me in an uneasy feeling,
holding me in the memory of the past,
for a moment escorted me..
to remember you.
Sound Devices
Rhyme
The ripples of tears, framing the nights,
circling the quietness.
My heart suddenly asks,
“why is it being like this?”.

How long has the perch been lively?


Inline waiting for a reply,
that I haven't grasped why.
This longing of the heart, calls me slowly,

Consonance
Holding back the feeling of the gurgling sore.

Assonance
Rooted into the recesses of the heart.

FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE
Personification
A strange feeling that welled up in me,
coloring my days in blue,
embracing me in unusual silence.

This longing of the heart, drags me slowly,


in a feeling of emptiness,
This longing of the heart, calls me slowly,
holding me in an uneasy feeling,
holding me in the memory of the past,

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