Peter S. Quinn Poems

Behold the very fine
That comes to give its made
A read between a line
Of every love’s grade
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Love songs of earth
And fields made
Flowers of new morning birth
Sky tinctures that never fade
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Chunky day
In the garden of water
Waving motion play
A timeless splatter
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Come dream like a cloud above
Uplifting deep and its sunshine
So much of misty worthy of
In every faraway horizon line
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Now summer is here
With moments fair and bright
Beautiful weather in the air
And hope around everywhere
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So much to give and take
Everywhere one goes
Feelings that always up wake
And give of its inside flows
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Just a kiss for easy going
Once or twice on your chin
Dreamy long times going
Every somber mood within
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Every time has its point
Rolling by and by
Opening up and joining joint
Everything on the fly
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You walk your shoes on the lane
With twisted thoughts you know
That salt is in your grain
With everything you show
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Every sweet darkness comes and goes
Turning the tides again here around
Softness and touches of summer new found
Now as the wind to the freshly sight blows
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