Elements of coming home
Set of four haiku
Breeze; a soft caress
The empty voice that beckons
Fragrances of home
Hearth glows a welcome
Crackling embers singing "peace"
Tears transformed by flames
Rainy morning: A
droplet of joy on your tongue
Pleasure... suspended
Soil-sweet rich decay
Rest a moment -- a lifetime
Release your burdens
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Kelila Johnson
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