Peter S. Quinn Poems

Give me time that keeps its touch
Feelings that never overcome
Saying of the heart: I love you so much
The specialty of passions blossom
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Rain is raining now
Filling the past in forgetting
Something will go somehow
Flows of the drops whetting
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There are the days
That you and I know
The playfully ways
Of winter's coming snow
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Why does humanity go by like this?
Opportunity becomes nothing
In its to and fro epoch prospect swing
From care taking to its final remiss
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Forever my soul
Will whisper
Songs to you
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Á svörtu söndum
þar sem hafið nú syngur
haust sinfóníu
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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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Let new day be born bright
With every hope from night
Each dream be like a glow
In morning untouched snow
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Each morning of our life,
There is a new song
And when dusk arrive,
These, remain and carry on;
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