Michael Milosh - The Long While

A late day fog retreats
Across our tired feet
Crisp autumn frost
On a long lost walk
Two soft and cozy careful voices

Fall into the long while
Your warm voice / so kind
Grateful just to catch your smile

A sweeping breeze
With a calm and present care
Respectful we both can share
This autumn county forest air
Your warm woolen locks
To not be tamed
If I stopped all the clocks
Would it languish this wishful flame?

This thought it tries to not escape-
To speak with you / as near an embrace
I cannot forget
The still and timeless beauty of your face

A late day fog retreats
Across our tired feet

Written by:
Michael Milosh

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