Mother Goose: On Flying With The Wild Geese

Autumn approaches.I hear a Distant Sound,Music,perhaps.

A Feather lifts so gently in the Breeze

And once again I find the Gypsy in My Soul.

Speaking softly, her Need so Clear…

It`s Time to Fly beyond this Darkness!

…Mother Goose On Flying With the Wild Geese

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