It's not much further now
I can feel the cool air on my skin
my breath floating like a misty fog
in front of me
The quiet stillness of winter coming
above me
around me
beneath my feet as heavy boots crunch
the fallen autumn leaves
Not much further now
til I reach home
where the fires are warm
and the chill can no longer
touch my bones
Not much further nowtil you're in my armsand all the troubles ofthe worldare far away
Not much further now
by Michael Traveler
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