What Have We Here? — Anonymous

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.