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Memory of Flowers This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Emily M., Brookline, MA

Springtime and twilight, flowers blooming,
shaded in the settling dusk. A dream
land perhaps, built on memories and flowers
and hints of something, nearly forgotten. Slipping
away to the unconscious, the promise
of secrecy, in a city I nearly remember.

Portland, perhaps. Last summer and
I remember
a Rose Garden, red and pink petals
unfolding as flowers bloom
in the humid air of another coast. And down the block, the promise
of other worlds hidden in a bookstore four stories high, dreams
inked onto pages, words and stories slipping
together. A summer night last year, in a city that smelled of flowers.

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1 comment(s)
Beautiful and so sad! It all flows together so well!
Aug. 19, 2013 at 12:16 PM • Report