Peter S. Quinn Poems

Windows of our time
On to its own folding
Living for its prime
In its pass and holding
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Within the dreams of every day
Falls a heart in beat of time
In their different forms and play
From lowest part and the prime
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Our times are like undertone ampleness
Going into the new and the coming breeze
Moments to giveaway in their agileness
With discreetly gripping aspects carefree
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You are every aspect of true heart beats
Walking in time with its onward falling
Easy comes here within our both streets
What goes separated ways in its brawling?
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There is a nighttime of dark and confess
In the hearts that have followed love to decline
When truthfulness have betrayed in bitterness
And its mercy is in painful entwine
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Through the sweetness of your smile
There is love in every beat
Doesn’t matter what is your style
In its inner most of treat
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Music in the air of a sweet summer tune
Delights in joy that make up for sadness
Feelings within received in true gladness
Like summer morning in the onset of June
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The remembrance from the grained stone of age
Facade of wrinkles enduring heritage
With more to hold in expectations engage
Of smooth settled forms in what life shall acknowledge
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There are so many different ways
To find a cure and give
Through all on turning plays
That we gather and live
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Oh darling sweet summertime
Of its confronting real
Of waking themes of higher prime
That heart is made to feel
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