When a wild goose flies above my head,
I feel I've forgotten what I've said.
What's right or wrong, now memory fails;
Roadsides play country songs and love prevails.
Remote controls and tree tops dance together,
And our motorbike rides talking on weather -
Small talk bellows, hearing you by my side.
North or South? The goose can't decide.
Hold that hip swing and breeze-flowing skirts,
I watch you from far, as our boots dance in spurts;
I hear your voice turns faint, when old Beauty is born.
Skies fall on our heads and I am gone!
05 February 2008
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