Devina Anjani Salsabila Benyamin Achmad Umar

Personal Reflection and Identity Self-discovery In the library’s quiet, I lose track of time, Among pages and verses, I search for the rhyme. Characters whisper their secrets to me, In their struggles and triumphs, I start to see. Each novel I read peels back a layer, Revealing my thoughts, my dreams, my despair. In the margins of texts, I scribble my fears, Finding my voice through the ink of my tears. With every essay crafted, I shape who I am, A tapestry woven with words like a plan. In this journey of language, I carve out my space— An English major’s path is a dance with grace. — Relationships In classrooms alive with laughter and debate, We bond over sonnets and stories of fate. Friends become family through late-night discussions, In the world of literature, we find our connections. We share our favorites—each line a delight, From Austen to Faulkner, our passions ignite. Yet shadows linger in grades that weigh heavy, As we navigate pressur...

Personal Reflection and Identity Self-discovery In the library’s quiet, I lose track of time, Among pages and verses, I search for the rhyme. Characters whisper their secrets to me, In their struggles and triumphs, I start to see. Each novel I read peels back a layer, Revealing my thoughts, my dreams, my despair. In the margins of texts, I scribble my fears, Finding my voice through the ink of my tears. With every essay crafted, I shape who I am, A tapestry woven with words like a plan. In this journey of language, I carve out my space— An English major’s path is a dance with grace. — Relationships In classrooms alive with laughter and debate, We bond over sonnets and stories of fate. Friends become family through late-night discussions, In the world of literature, we find our connections. We share our favorites—each line a delight, From Austen to Faulkner, our passions ignite. Yet shadows linger in grades that weigh heavy, As we navigate pressur...

The river rushes, a wild dance of flow, As I leap from stone to stone, heart aglow. Each splash sends ripples, a thrill in the air, My feet pound the earth, a rhythmic affair. The wind tugs at my clothes, urging me to run, Like a playful child chasing the setting sun. Branches sway above, whispering secrets untold, While my spirit soars high, fearless and bold. With every heartbeat, I feel the world spin, In this vibrant ballet, where adventure begins.

The sun drips honey on my eager tongue, As ripe peaches burst, sweet nectar flung. A sip of lemonade, tart and bright, Dances like sunshine on a lazy night. The crunch of fresh cucumbers, cool and crisp, Each bite a whisper, a summer’s lisp. Juicy strawberries stain my fingertips red, Their sweetness lingers long after they’re fed. The warmth of cornbread, golden and warm, Wraps around me like a comforting charm.

The air is thick with the scent of crisp leaves, As nature exhales, and the earth gently weaves. Pumpkin spice dances on the cool, brisk breeze, A warm embrace wrapped in memories that please. Woodsmoke curls upward, a cozy delight, Whispers of bonfires that flicker at night. Apples hang heavy, their sweetness divine, Each bite a burst of harvest, a taste of sunshine. Muffled aromas of cinnamon swirl, In this fragrant tapestry, autumn unfurls.

The moon hums softly, a lullaby’s tune, While crickets chirp secrets beneath the silver moon. The wind whispers gently through the swaying trees, Like a lover’s breath carried on the evening breeze. A distant owl hoots, wise and profound, Its call reverberates in the stillness around. The river gurgles, a playful, bubbling song, As night wraps the world in its velvet throng. Stars twinkle like laughter in the vast, dark sea, In this symphony of night, my spirit roams free.