Peter S. Quinn Poems

Daydreaming is often bad
Getting you nowhere at time
Living with once that you had
When it was early and prime
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Amber summer sky
Is now gone to winter's day
With its time of morning high
And moods of summer’s play
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My brain is my brain
With every idea new
Or using old ones again
To make it work easily too
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So much of love is looked in memories
And great still rivers of times own photos
The softly and crafted wind of summer trees
In sustained tranquility that away goes
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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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Clouds in the sky they are made out of love,
Nature is the artist magnificent;
Everything there, isn't heavy and above,
And made rather fluffy in the distant.
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If ever there was
A true love
It was in the ways
We were taught
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Sunshine comes to inside mind
Far across the makings on
In the heart beat you must find
What is here or almost gone?
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Let love be my heart in every its turn
And rising like glow of the new morning sky
That on to the day and evening burn
Love that's from inside that never shall die
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ICT overdose and its 'comatose'
I'm under its spell once again
'Cause I and my keyboard are close
Both within its contrast terrain
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