Peter S. Quinn Poems

I have gone into so many moods now
With feelings always carrying my sentence
On truth or doubts in meaning repentance
Closely to the heart from its beat and flow
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Sometimes the day is like dark night
In sparkling fountain and its gloomy glow
With darkish balance roots in front its flow
To give away its wings of daily bright
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Sunshine comes in gloomy winters bright
From out of rain and darkish cloudy sky
From rays high those fall on times gone by
With each twinkling that now is in its light
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Faltering beats
As the time moves on
Not easy going streets
Of the old foregone
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Each day is like night
When my heart is away
I feel not the light
Nor the air in its play
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Night now comes in its shadowy play
With its deep blackness from inside riding
Exhausted themes of thrown out abiding
In its crystals miasma painfully gray
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The night is coming through
In its playfully play
So much of dreams to do
Though none of them will stay
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True love runs deep
Into the darkness glow
Each of its love it'll reap
In every come and go
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