Wings Of The Wind

When life get disenchanted
then love will fly in
on the wings of the wind.
Our hearts will then soar
to the heavens above,
we’ll dance with the stars
and play with the moon.

We’ll find that heaven
is just a mere touch away
when love flies in
on the wings of the wind.
Our troubles will just vanish
to be carried away
on the wings of the wind.

3 October 2010

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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