Delicious seeds

It is the taste of a fond memory that is sweeter than any dream

Under the crust of time's raising rust gold increases its glowing sheen

Avarice grows in dust filling of corrosion that enhances its desire

Cold hands warmed by fanned flames of an oven's fantom fire

Flecks that shine through murky mud, hard pips of greed

It is from the illusion of a recollection that falls the forbidden seed

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

Soft ache, bright edges. Really lovely.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Curly for the review and most kind words of support they are most appreciated.

[Chris Shaw]

So poetically composed Soren, but bitter and sweet in its content. Memories have a habit of doing that to us at times.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for the read and comment it is most kind of you to notice the bitter sweet and it is most appreciated

[Thomas W Case]

This one bites with a bitter-sweet edge—memory wrapped in molten gold and shadowed desire.
You’ve caught the way nostalgia tastes like both warmth and sharp metal, a treasure that cuts as it comforts.

[Soren]

Thank you Thomas for your review and understanding interpretation it is appreciated and valued my friend