Peter S. Quinn Poems

Love is a garden somewhere to be found
Beats in their oddness and own reality
Feelings that are chained or make you all free
Coming again here through and close around
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Dreams are here to follow one and one they go
Passing away in their spinning on song
Brought on through to the days from that you long
Drifting in the haze as they there shine their glow
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Before love was our to go on and live by
With a new morning wavered through the streets
Nothing mattered in its coming of treats
Because our day was young in the new sky
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Go go away in the spirit
Fly through the wind troubles away
Cradles of time in its acclimate
Meeting the shape of air and day
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There is love song here tonight
In the sweetness of its dark melody
When wings of thoughts take a flight
And sing of love that is free
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Now autumn is here today
In its colorful leaves falling
In every outside breezy play
Before the cold is here calling
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Where the day is clearing and the night is in
One way to the ocean of our destiny
In the heart of my driving to another road
Where I felt I was not before or since
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Song of summer
As now ended
In cold number
It has blended
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This moment is going on to the dust
Turning around each every must
Reaching its time
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Something is always going
To their point of no returning
We in the distances are growing
And from it all again learning
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