The Place | Teen Ink

The Place

May 21, 2008
By Anonymous

The smells of red roses, yellow tulips, and purple Jasmine
Perfumes are so near and dear
No worries at all
Seeing people everywhere, happy.
Like a feather, floating in the wind gracefully, moving every which way
So free yet so safe, like nothing can go wrong.
Every door you open unlocks, plows a path of promise and opportunities.
A place that is always there
With happy freshness in the air.


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