Peter S. Quinn Poems

New days are coming
Of white pinkish blossoming
And every red knob true
That comes and touches you
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Always sing and sing
To the weary mountain
Every hour shall bring
Love of its rising fountain
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Beautiful daydream
Everything is flowing
Like the river stream
Every mood is going
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The dismantled earth is our only through street
With night of night fool's gold turning camber
Filled with the brows of yellow threads amber
The bride's jewels of assembled godly treat
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Somewhere sometime ago
Love songs were made to be
Just like a morning glow
We come before dawn to see
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So much is here for another day to come in
Love songs that fly into your heart
Feelings from beginning that won't depart
Only with the moments they'll reach and spin
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A day is always in farewell
That emerges from the rising
In misty of its own spell
And hours of true disguising
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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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