| By The End of the Trail Submitted by B.K. Date: 2002 May 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.07.18.32.711]] |
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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 ©bk2002 |