Peter S. Quinn Poems

Between the footsteps
Is easy going about
And everything that keeps
In between doubt
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The sounds of music are in my own heart
And every footstep is there with its beat
They come and go begin and again start
Some are soft while others full of rampart
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When I'm alone
The heart is like a falling beat
In its weakening tone
And empty on crossing street
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With a songster in my heart
I will sing a song on to you
From tones where they start
In their inside gleam so true
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Shall you remember love songs from beats of time?
Leaping through the highways of your going ways
When all was so rosy colored in its prime
And you had sweet aromas of summer days
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The fire has its flames
Of burning out desire
These feelings are names
That grows in tender higher
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My heart is window of time
With the ways that lie many times ahead
The climbing of its made begrime
That with each robe to the high is read
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The impressive days of love are going by
With the wings to fly in their true about
In openness through the blue and cloudy sky
And carrying their freshness without any doubt
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The dawning of the deep
Like the clouds of sky faraway
In time´s moment's leap
Of the hours of night and day
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To happy moments arriving
I shall give one of my all
Everything there contriving
That to my heart will call
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