Zywa
The House
I inhale the old scent, the holiness
of incense and curtains, mysteriously
soft candlelight and behind it the promise
of strength, miracles and happiness
Brick by brick, canvas by canvas
we restored the House, for eight days
it continued to burn, the oil
of strength, miracles and happiness
This is what we fought for
have been defeated for, year after year
this is what we won for, with seven arms
of strength, miracles and happiness
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