Peter S. Quinn Poems

Finally we are equal
That is the place to be
Finally we are equal
Yes finally we are free
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Closed doors of the times from the within
That each aspect is turning and giving
Oceans of deep in its waves and spin
Opportunities in days of living
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Not every day is true
With hope in morning
Embracing all the new
That to awake is turning
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Some days are empty to the beating hearts
Upon the nights of mirror procession
Where every flow in struggling still starts
From what there falls in fiery concession
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In silence rising dawn on the horizon
With the floating ocean's waves going by
I feel as if eternity is still on
In billows high and in the cloud going sky
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These are our hope days
Finding easy high
In every mood and ways
What we want to try
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Time spaces of greenery grass going around
Every day counting clouds in the drifting
Meadows and hill sides all earthly bound
In their tides and river streams shifting
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These days are in mist
All fading away
Through the try and twist
Of the evening play
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Our going's gone
To clouds space
Taking of and done
In their lays
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Falling spaces around
From balloon to balloon
Empty air inside found
In their growing cocoon
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