Peter S. Quinn Poems

What I write Is the truth
In my heart and my way,
My longing for life and youth
In each footfall and day.
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All the little birds there
that play on and on,
with their dreams from everywhere
and having so much fun.
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Yes, love is all
each day and night,
it comes like a call
or a sunny bright.
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O sleep sleep my darling
in these hours of dim night,
lullabies I will sing
‘till rise of the morning light.
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Oh, beautiful day
of November,
you give, and you play
in light everywhere.
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Forbidden words in my heart
but not ever never so,
it's full of life's depart
moment's that needn't go.
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Everything is going
Into newer ways,
And what we are knowing
Never the same stays.
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Here comes the moon
In dark of winter,
But it will be gone soon
When spring's again here.
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Time slips into distance
On the roads gone,
Its beautiful trans
Carries the past on
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Why am I so lonely?
This winter night,
Your wings are free
In your timeless flight.
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