Peter S. Quinn Poems

Pink flower is beautiful
Always so much of anything
Playfully and never dull
As it is inside spring
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Now night has come to another day
Of falling shadows going
So much shall turn in the light play
Without we really knowing
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Day and night is beauty
The language of contrast ways
Waves from inside ruddy
From tint of sun and grays
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The playful hands of sating white and dust,
The hours of twilight, gone into the night;
When every passion, is so full of lust,
And all contents there take the fullest flight.
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The sky's clouded, but not for very long,
For time's coming again, where sun will shine;
When summer sings its lovely tuneful song,
In a pastoral new color design.
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Somewhere where there's a rainbow
There are dreams that come true.
Something in the afterglow
Especially made for all that's new.
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Only time will tell
What a heart can grow
Its wishes and spell
Experience shall know
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Freedom freedom flow its wave
Freedom is our song
It’s the longing we all crave
Every its path on strong
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Never let your dreams go by,
Never let your dream die;
Nothing here goes on forever,
Like, 'I love you always so'.
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Happy spring don't mean a thing
If nobody is listening
We all got to give its cling
A worthy again visiting
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