POEMBER NOVEMBER | GHAZAL POETRY

I Remember, I Remember

A ghazal about a sunny day that took me traveling to yesteryear

Image by Aritha from Pixabay; Created on Canva by Author

top of the morn and the sun smelled peculiar
had me sniffing, glancing — recalling — I remember, I remember

smooth, sweet, uniquely phantasmagoric, it
lingered surreally — recalling — I…