Peter S. Quinn Poems

Bí bí og blaka
björt er hér stund
hljómar heimsins taka
huga þinn og lund
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we are what we are
and be what we ever be
without a courage...
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Dancing light from sky to fields
Every flower is glowing
Dreams of nature life now wields
As the winter is now going
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Clouded sunshine colors
All their way around
Lost is lost it hollers
To again be found
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Disappearances turning and turning,
Whisperers of water and dust;
Dawn sky into red now burning,
Pleasures from forgotten lust.
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Who cares for anyone,
Today or tomorrow;
We just have to go on and on,
With our own kind of sorrow:
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Come to sleep
The hours are so dark
Dreams to keep
Thoughts to hark
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There will be a time when time will go
Through darkness of years and dying
Like footsteps lost into winter's snow
And rain from the cloudy sky crying
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A dream of brightness to faraway deep
Summer set moods once so in its glowing
Flowers in the bouquets of memoirs keep
Now in the tides of withering going
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If I were a fairy
I'd always be with you
My gray bearded and hairy
Leprechaun in blue
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