Peter S. Quinn Poems

Every star might be a falling star
Until the time comes here again to give and to believe
From closeness of their glittering and till they are afar
You have your love thoughts and you have your own grieve
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In to its nothing
From the ongoing way
Time in their bluffing
Day by day in gray
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The day is now fresh air
On to tomorrow coming
Lovely scenery everywhere
In their blossom summing
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Let there be light
In songs of the sky
Clouds in their flight
Drifting here by
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We all are somebody
On to the dust of time
Like mist in our delivery
When we are in our prime
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The garden of the sea
Reaches there to you
Flowing for an eternity
Always fresh and new
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Hand in hand we walk
Together around open sea
Through waves and epoch
Of everything emotionally
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The morning song of my cradle
As the time rotates on by
Each my step a sideway waddle
In the opening of morning sky
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Let’s have it nice in winter’s snow
In the garden of dark and breezy
Shinning light in its starry glow
Taking the freezing time easy
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Imagine both you and me
Together like fluffy clouds
Circling there and free
High above the city crowds
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