Peter S. Quinn Poems

One day like this
Beautiful morning going on
In to its faraway dreamy bliss
What has come shall be gone
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Beautiful dreamer
Bring in your mind game
Yesterday’s news demur
Had its burning red flame
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Some cold seconds
In to the bloody hours
Summer has gone away
Growing the frosty flowers
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Everything is still singing
Through the ageless thoughts coming
The trials of yesterday’s bringing
To the mount of higher summing
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Falling through
Like raindrops coming
Me and likewise you
We are all blossoming
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Walk around the park
On to the unknown ways
There is here so much dark
Coming through the days
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