Peter S. Quinn Poems

dreaming awhile
and holding on
to our found dreams
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drifting darkness
tempting with
hazy deep waters
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What is the wind for?
If it's not for songs in trees;
What is the wind for?
I feel a song inside of me.
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Oh dearest lover
Never let a feeling go
Love is like a flower
Just to sow and grow
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You are everything now
Sweet like summer's brow
Full of love as before
There were times I wasn't sure
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In the days of the past
There were roses sweet
With loves colors cast
In the hue reddish treat
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All the stars, coming in so close at sight,
When dusk is here in the darkest hour;
They shine so strongly with their faraway light,
Where does their glistening get its power?
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When day becomes once more night
And the rustling leaves whisper
Stars in the heaven of distant bright
Show their exotic wonderful layover
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Let my heart sing to you, all tender words,
That may have flown away with butterflies,
Like the singing of all the summer birds;
So is my love, with all errors and tries.
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Come with me and listen
To songs true to my heart
Where summer new glisten
From spring's freshest start
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