Peter S. Quinn Poems

Pearly pearly snow
From winter's wonderland
Glimmering in glow
Like twinkling wristband
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Every dream should be a dream coming through
To get to know when it hailstones outside
In the rough icily winter abide
A heart to know so icicled cold and blue
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It’s my bird on the road
In the hot clement tempered sun
Feeling lonely and tired inside
Every dream that comes free gives a flight
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You don’t know what love is
From its charms and spells
Some things are just bliss
Riding through life's carrousels
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Look into my eyes of morning blue
Give me your hope of the day
Look into my eyes of brown hue
Lead every thought on its way
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On to my heart you scream
Like echoes of the dark
Where red in gold stream
To give of winter's spark
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There is still so much in this precious time
Those give illusions to our existence
Gratifies to be made into their set trance
Breaking down the dreams to making real prime
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Through garden of autumn
I walked on and pondered
From the leaves so darksome
Those in time have altered
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I'm lonely in the streets of darkness
There is no way to turn back
I'm giving what I can in unsteadiness
On to the gaping lost track
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Now sweet intervention, what is your worrying
When everything is going so quite well
Bringing in easy inside its hurrying
Nothing though unknown you can't foretell
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