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[milo]

This poem has had remarkable staying power for me, pops into my head unusually often.

The Walk by trueenigma

for milo
il miglior fabbro

I will confess and tell my friend
but I will give to him in song
as frogs sing night unto its end.

Frogs sing bass, and crickets blend
their melodies - I’ll hum along,
then I’ll confess and tell my friend.

I've missed my turn, my aimless wend
has led me where I don’t belong
as frogs sing night unto its end.

I’ll meet him just around this bend,
on nights like this no turn is wrong,
I will confess and tell my friend.

But for right now I’ll just pretend
he’s walking by my side so long
as frogs sing night unto its end.

If he’s not in this marsh, well then
I’ll search beyond the wood and on.
I will confess and tell my friend
as frogs sing night unto its end.