What Have We Here?

Remembering When I think of fragrant memories Lost in times withered blossom, The scents of loss and well-being Swirl across the field of anguished and eager emotions. The buds of guilt, defeat, and regret Unfold into blooms of forgiveness, victory and peace. And as I stroll through the garden of my mind, The bittersweet fruit of remembrance caresses my soul.

An engaging exercise of short fiction and exposition.