#TasteOfMemories

The taste of nostalgia — sweeter-sharp
Than Memory's own mindscape —
Unfolds like petals, dewdrop-fresh,
Through Time's remembered shape.
A gustic portal, backward-bound,
Through flavormaze of years —
When Mother's spice-dusted fingers dance
In Kitchen-chandeliers.

Each morsel-moment, preserved in salt
Of Time's vast memoryscape,
Now memory-tasting transforms to gold
What Present...