Peter S. Quinn Poems

Days are coming
Clear to the night
The sideways are humming:
'To the left - to the right
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I have always loved you
In every sense of that word
From indoor it come trough
Sometimes not to out heard
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Breaking the waves to finally know,
What is the truth in this old game;
Places to hold come to and grow,
Bring some thoughts give it a flame.
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Take my love that’s reaching out
That’s what it’s all about
To be with in and have some fun
And making time outside in sun
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From my room I hear
The wind blow
Strings from icy harp
Filling the dark
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Day to day pictures
Are everywhere in glow
Dark to white strictures
In the dissolving snow
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The sky will glow
For tomorrow peaceful day
And be its flow
With the hours that won’t stay
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Forever my soul
Will whisper
Songs to you
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Flýgur krummi
í náttmyrkri
einn hann er á ferð
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Haustlitir koma og fara
og setja sín svipmót á
gamla stíga vorsins
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