Zywa
Our promise
The morning sunlight
on our face, our house
of brownstones, the promise
of the future that we chose
It is really starting now, we will
walk along the channeled stream
and the children will play
under the pines on the hill
Here we want to root
broadly and deeply
until the sun sets
We have unpacked our stuff
the cards with congratulations
next to the vase with tulips
the bed open
the house inaugurated
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