Peter S. Quinn Poems

A lullaby of dark blue sky,
Coming from a self within;
Singing to another high,
Past dreams there inter twin.
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calling answers
to unknown fate

silences
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cascading streams
glow like desire

in
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children singing
in the garden of joy

their
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chilling things
sea of dark

playful shadows
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Come and touch my soul spring,
For I gently walk your street;
Come and again sing,
To the gentle summer beat.
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Flowers on the road,
With their pretty colours on;
Eventually die to the dust,
Wither in the winter's sun.
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Every day of your days
You have arms to hold,
Every day of the days
There is a future untold.
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How do I forget a love tune?
Sweetly singing, still to my ears;
That once sang in the early of June,
When there were no autumn tears.
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Merry-go-round season,
With variations in reason;
Shades to darkly night,
Or colors so full and bright.
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