between the capture breath and pane

the startled doe

acquiesces

dreams the hushing

green

as fog lingers

just to hug

the landscape longer

pinkening sky

you in between

caressed by the thought

the stillness

and captured breath

fingertips the frosted

pane

your face

as first light

his kind eyes

approaching.

Sweet-Dreams-ntl

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