A autumn poem

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A poem

The beautiful and frosty forest,
stood there in the centre of the city.
The woman sat on the bench,
relaxed and calm.
She gazed longely at the squirrel scurrying up and down it´s tree,
gathering nuts for the winter.
As she sits there,
recognizig herself in the squriell,
hurrying up and down to make a living,
she don´t see the man sneaking up behind her,
back at the trees.
He sneak forwards the woman,
gentle as the snow falling on the ground.
She keep gazing on the squrriel,
unaware that the man is behind her.
A suden bark from a hound,
on the chase for goose, stops the man.
The man is froozen, scared that the woman will know,
know that he is there behind her.
He continues after a while,
when he is sure that it is safe.
Before he put´s his hand on her shoulder,
to gentle let her know that he is there,
he hears something.
A voice, as clear as a night with fullmoon,
says:
I know that you are there,
I know that you were coming
I just did´nt know that you would be here so soon.
She turns her head,
and...