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Haltane - a poem made of wood and light
At the beginning - a spark, a smile in the room,
A whirl of freshness, invigorating like foam.
He enters, with poise, with an alert mind,
A man who bound his fate with firmness.
Then - a silence so velvety and deep,
As if the moment had overrun its time.
The wood breathes warmth, embraced by feeling,
A homely place, yet seductively cool.
The sweetness rises, but never too loudly
It whispers of closeness, of a heart that trusts.
An echo of sandalwood, oud and light,
A breath that breaks time at the seams.
Haltane is movement, a change in fragrance,
From storm to stillness, like evening in air.
It remains in memory, interwoven with space,
A dream of wood, of warmth and foam.