Girl from the North County
Two eyes meet, blue stares blue
Dancing across the floor
Dylan adds the soundtrack
for this moment that will soon
exist only as a faded memory
These lovers will be gone by snowfall
off to different cities with hours
between the time of their precious lives
As spring arrives, pink roses bloom
in fields that skylines heaven as the
sun sets on a May day
She runs, marking her tracks in fields
with no scars, Dylan adds the
soundtrack to this moment
Freeing herself from the boy
who has now faded completely
from her memory
Replaced by her own happiness
She feels in this field all the roses
become her friend as she laughs
while running, letting go with
every step her barefoot takes
leaving toe marks in the dirt
Imagining she was a bird flying,
if she runs fast enough maybe
she could take flight
into the puffy clouds
Smiling at her silly thoughts
in her crazy mind, she slows down
Wind blows, the sun goes to sleep
Like a Rolling Stone
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