Scent of white
Jasmine mingled
With burning turf
Taste of arabica
Coffee ground brown
Toast
Sounds of the house
Stretching awake
The creak
Of beaking day
Damp hiss of wood
On fire kindle
Crackling
Repressed flame leaping
Into life
The uncertainty of wounds
Not healed finds expression
Blended ecstasy
Of agony and hope
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