Peter S. Quinn Poems

Lines between chances
the air from darkness

farewell nights
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Glistening colors
made of straining water

clouds above
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Daylight is ending
with dims around
the stretch
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You’ll wait
long for the moon
to go loud
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Ascending pace
with shading patches
and beating drums
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The moment angels
with soft earthly eyes

thirst for freedom
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Touch the heaven
that in peace waits

the stars
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Lights beyond
fire clouds

stars floating
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