Peter S. Quinn Poems

Day has spoken through the first glow
With summer moods song from birds
Now there's morning for a new day to flow
Leaves with the breeze whispery flirts
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Thorns of hopes through the shattered shadows
When the day to the evening comes
And sleep waves of slumber in thoughts hums
To sea of deep where everything goes
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Songbirds are coming to new summer's day
One by one in their feathering born flight
Through darkness of winter to blossoms height
Oh see how they come and hear how they play
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Midnight winter is now only memories
For the playful footsteps are in coming
Of summer hopes and its gleaning breeze
Around and around each garden strumming
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Until the end has been found
Let the flames beam the sky
All comes again here around
In the reasons you ask why
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Bring me nothing but good hope
For love songs shall perish easily
Like winter in thoughts elope
To mornings of tomorrow breezily
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From an open book
I'll read your mind
Whatever it really took
And you left behind
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This year is love
With no reason at all
Like drifting clouds above
With raindrops soon to fall
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Bring me through times hopeful of being
Light that is surrendered in tenderness
Like feelings of softly inside caress
That always its powerful wings are freeing
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