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 now
til you're in my arms
and all the troubles of
the world
.
are far away
.
Michael Traveler
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