By B.K.
Date: 2002 May 07
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The End of the Trail

She runs with the  
Rhythms of the wind
Gliding effortlessly
Along cedar glen paths
Of crystal lakes
And as she runs
You are there
Whispering
Calling to her
Of kisses
Great longings
And the strength
Of your arms waiting for her
At the end of the trail

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