Peter S. Quinn Poems

She takes me with a smile
And gives me so much to give back
Our hours drifted awhile
Until we again did talk
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Weave me a summer air
Oh sully autumn breeze
Give me the blossoms there
Before the ground will freeze
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Always keep an open mind
For the days ahead
Let them come – not hard to find
With or without, instead
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Try to find me
Inside the forest
Where songs will be
At their best
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In some of its many ways
Air to air plays
With love songs of wintry breeze
At the top and around leafy trees
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We are all made of stars
That will never die
We are all made of stars
From the low to high
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Oh love is so sweetly during,
Each honey flower bud
Like spring in the morning
That has its seeds florid
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Rise, raise my flow
Of poetry thought I tell you
My feeling like water will go
On to clouds and blue
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Beauty is everywhere
From distances to near
As sun rises to the air
Motorcars the wheels steer
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To the evening where love´s now going
From shadows falling and dancing away
Where night comes again in winter's play
With its icily frosty on glowing
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