Tales From the White Canoe;Departure
She had his bracelet on her arm,
his taste upon her lips,
he had a token of her love
upon his fingertips,
They parted at the crossing
of the creek where they first met,
her laughter,
floating feathers,
and he never will forget,
The way the thunderheads
became,
the running buffalo,
and followed close,the pouring rain,
he could not see her go.
If they should meet beyond the veil
of time and wasted pride,
he vowed that he would end his trail,
and stay there by her side.
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