I hear violins playing <br />loves old sweet refrain. <br />I hear you calling out my name. <br />Life seems to be flown on angel wings <br />especially when old love calls for a fling. <br />The music in the background <br />remonstrates loves rhapsody, <br />and we are captured <br />to fly again on angel wings. <br /> <br />30 April 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-fly-again-on-angel-wings/
