Peter S. Quinn Poems

Let the song become old
before it's all gone
life tones many fold
cannoning through Fall's sun;
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My heart's still here for you
Though you are not in my day,
I loved you young that's true
In the many gone years away.
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nothing's new
all is same
thinking about you
without a name
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day has become night
with faraway stars to reach
- tomorrow comes soon
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melancholia,
those days of our gone summer
- never forgotten
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into autumn now,
lonely songs and summer days
- everything's going
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a rainy day song,
one by one the droplets fall
- on withering leaves
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This day of autumn,
like a September song
- withering leaves fall.
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Fly fly summer time,
like the foliage falling
- everything must end.
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Red gold autumn moon,
so far far away in summer
- now's your occasion.
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