Peter S. Quinn Poems

Somewhere where the night is all
With days in the valley of dark
And dreams are in everlasting call
Of the whimsy ways that never spark
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Do not be gone to love's dream
In to the darkness weeping
To the dim oceans faraway stream
Where shadows of flowers are creeping
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There is something going on
Through the night and day
The glowing glows of yon
In the air of spring’s play
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Bring every hope to me
To enlighten each start
Freedom is always so free
With every hidden impart
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Everything is going
Filling that stands still
Losing to old glowing
Never to fulfill
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Each love is full of loving to give and take
With roots in every heart that will accept
For freedom is to come and wake if it slept
And each feeling to give - a beat to make
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Moments so close and dear
The flowering summer height
This time of blossoming year
In colors of burning bright
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Where do you think beauty comes from?
If not from gardens of flowers
With its many purple red looking blossom
The tinctures of each day hours
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I am transparent
Like stone in the mud
I am transparent
Like cloud in the sky
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Papa don't know me
The world don't care
Still I am likeably
Willful and dear
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