Aroma

Tea-stained mugs and whisked eggs

A balcony overlooking pink sunrises

A dramatic book and light day-plans

A home washed with buttered toasts

An old handwritten note on the table

Cursive and emotive, thoughtful and grateful

Music that engulfs you in its warmth

A sketchbook filled with poetry and art

A chest to lay on, a soul to rely on

And a plate full of food to fawn upon.

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