Tangy Dreams: Fragments

Whispering lemon trees. Their leaves bristle under the aroma of nostalgia, a dance of pollen and morning dew. dappled pathways

Electric thoughts cross the horizon, like sparkles igniting the sky, straying between reality and mirage. caramel conversations

I found a photograph on the edge of an olive grove, dusty and forsaken. The faces were smiling in silence.

As syntactic sugar melts away, truth drips like squeezed orange juice, seeping through summer's cracks. symphony of sugar