Haikus – Come back

The humid warm air
With the smell of the old room
To move on ahead

Growth and change are real
For security is death
And the static kills

To create and build
An outgrowth of who we are
Life calling to life

Soft Music playing
An idle evening to pass
A lighted warm room

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