Peter S. Quinn Poems

My love song to the heart is clear
With magic wand of feelings inside
Reaching through those dripping tears
That from the outside most shall hide
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Love is the handful of earth and its song
The summer ongoing of meadows and green
The reach of your wishing and what you'll long
Every tempered shade that lies there between
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I crave the summer that gave dreams and hope
Those feelings through the streets of blossom bright
When day was busting and there was no night
And I felt pleasures of living grope
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There are strangely thoughts that go on here
In the twisting days of the coming dark
Validation of moods everywhere
That in to your days and belief now park
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The time that's dwelling with love and flows
Like a gentle stroke on to the feeling seem
As light comes with evening glows
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Love is like new morning glow expression
Corolla of sky irises inception
Each thorn on the rose and its progression
The clouds lifting in their drift perception
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The day of dream is going
On to the lonely road
And times of strolling slowing
Within the burdens heavy load
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Sunshine comes
Within its trance glow
Bright new blossoms
In spring fresh snow
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There is now time for love
And every hope to be
For new sun has risen above
For both you and me
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Round and around
Everywhere I go
Pleasure trips found
In its dreamy glow
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