#TasteOfMemories
In the quiet hum of a sun-drenched afternoon,
A scent drifts through the air, delicate as a whisper,
Fleeting yet familiar, it beckons from the shadows,
A ghost of something cherished, now lost to time.

Like the soft brush of forgotten dreams,
It wraps around me, teasing the edges of thought,
Sweet and earthy, a harmony of longing,
A fragrance that dances just beyond my grasp.

The faint trace of laughter echoes in the breeze,
Moments...