Peter S. Quinn Poems

We do what we're told
Making and breaking
Inside our own to hold
What of its worth taking
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Some play the game of nowhere
Like they were in dark sea
Swimming from here to there
Inside and outside to be
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My flame is burning
Restful colors on
Love is always learning
Things that could be done
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As the wind plays
Its eternal harmony
Many tones and lays
Of floating on free
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Like an eye
In afar memory
From dark sky
Everything can see
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This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
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Dream waves to and fro
All of them never the same
On their easy away go
Wild and free not to tame
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Love songs of the night
Forever you are going away
Times of summer strong light
All those once meet the day
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There is a love song in the air
Flowing its breeze to here and there

Their strong currents on going
Passing their ways in history
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Only an autumn song
That's returning and turning
For intermits long
On to the evening burning
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