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“향수병“ (Perfume Bottle)

“향수병” is a homonym that directly translates to perfume bottle but indirectly means homesickness. This poem describes the feeling of moving away from your childhood home.

today i picked up a bottlethat which revealed the feelings I had bottledis it the smell of lilacs or lemon mint i can not tell

i had left everything behind, perhaps, I thought,I thought, perhaps, I was fine with the past, but.

it smells like cool rainy blueit smells crushed watermelon redit smells like crisp leaves orangeit smells like cozy cocoa brown

I probably have the fluor maybe I flew too far from homei tried to remember to forgetbut soon I’ll forget to remebermemories. are fading into memories.

i stay in the shadows of this place they claim to be home.i despise the colors of this place they claim to be home.i hate the sounds of this place they claim to be home.i loathe the smells of this place they claim to be home.

i reminisce the “there, there” from my mother’s voicewhere is my “there, there”-my pat on my back

today i picked up a bottlethat which revealed the feelings i had bottledit smelled of neither flowers nor citrusno, it smelled like Home.

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Joanne Ko, Journalist
Joanne Ko is a junior at Ridge who loves science, art, and reading. She participates in many clubs, including Social Justice, Culture Club, ACAA, SOFS, and more. Joanne hopes that through this community she will be able to express her love for literature and be able to contribute to this school further.

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