The Song of Angels

I hear the song of Angels from someplace far away

and I hope that I will get there; perhaps I will one day.

For now I find I’m happy to hear their distant call;

to hear their gentle rhythms melodic rise and fall.

Perhaps it’s imagination; a trick played by my mind;

I know one day, if I’m lucky truth will be mine to find.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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