Peter S. Quinn Poems

Sweet crimson morning
like a flower
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Bird will think and hide,
for a short moment abide
- for songs beautified.
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Loves me - loves me not,
each in its own aforethought
- time is varied plot!
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Come in motion
high and untouched
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Colors in the sky,
yellow red blue rainbow lights
- Celebration time!
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Little blossom bird,
once you summer discovered
- now for fall fathered.
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Cut into a tree,
the faces of forestry
- wilderness quite free.
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Butterflies - away
To a sunshine brighter day,
-Autumn's applique!
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Summer is ending,
Each color again blending
- Earth innovating.
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Growing summer fields,
Through lives productive windshields
- Give more seedings yields.
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