Peter S. Quinn Poems

Yesterdays are sometimes all lost
In their bouquets of the stillborn flowers
The darkness in there is to both sides tossed
Not bound to the memories the gone hours
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Wind wind comes so slowly
With delicate fragrance of air
Bring kisses of evening solely
Through this time spring’s here
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Love songs of my heart they will come and go
With every song singing for a while
In a feeling with the world and its smile
Freshly coming as the breezily blow
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The days that once seemed new are all going old
In through timelessness of none existence
Flowers from withering time cannot hold
In following its ways into its trance
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Let me know if love is all
Inside this and evermore
Bringing someone to its fall
When there is no self to swore
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The times are here for you and me
Both starless nights and days
The evening comes so carelessly
In glows of many tinctured ways
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Let me not go away
Into dreams of the day
Follow no shadows
Into its after goes
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Every day is never here the same
Sweet gatherings of down and above around
What time does dare with its passing on flame
Into the lying of infinity found
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The night of many dreams has gone my way
With every distances there between
A love song close for each youngish laid day
With its various after evening scene
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Every day that is here beautiful on
With lots and lots of memories awake
When moments are here and not gone
Into indifferences at its own stake
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