Peter S. Quinn Poems

Butterflies, oh sweet little butterflies,
Soft is you freedom - like the velvet clouds;
Drifting through the air right before my eyes,
And then hiding, where the horizon enshrouds.
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city streets surrounding
the season

people and buildings
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Your love to all, is your greenest of song,
Nursing on as a mother - caring for all;
Opportunity and a function call,
Giving knowledge of what is right and wrong.
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I am a singer of song
In the sweetest melody
My heart‘s a dreamy long
As it wants to be free
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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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In your heart you wear love
Like a sundown falling sky
In the cloudlets far above
Into a sunset going lullaby
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The night is now passing by
Every footstep it carries on
Onto the dark of drifting sky
Until its illusions are done
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Let romance be romance
Every dark night be morning
And love our 2nd chance
In love's ever turning
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I am like the breeze on the ocean waves
Drinking from the breasts of the afar deep
Flowers from the glistening morning weep
And each of its longing that daybreak craves
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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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