Nostalgic Odor

Stones in my hand
Transparent and coloured
Some merge into the lines carved on the hand
Some induce a nostalgic odor

I see my childhood in one
My adolescence in another
While treading through the halls of future
I face those memories without a shudder

Its only pleasantness I want to remember
As though coloured memories roll on only one part of my tongue
Stinging my one half with sheer sweetness
Leaving the other with an emotion unsung