Peter S. Quinn Poems

ónefnd eru ljóðin
sem tungl og stjörnur eiga
sem fara um
hverja nótt
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Now times are still to share
Like a nest is full of life
Each road that leads to here
In fate and a little strife
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In hope there is a fire that keeps burning,
In a flaming candle that lightens each day,
In there, is a future constantly turning,
To what it is worth and crossing our way.
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nú eru dagar dimmir
og drungi yfir tíð
ennþá sefur sólskyn
og sumur góð og blíð
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Black holes
and metagalexies

finding beginnings
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True dreamers shall never die
When they do a poem or a song
Time might catch them and fly
But they will be singing along
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morrow's child
precious rays
spins and plays
white gold so mild
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metallic white
silvery shining
brilliant sapphire
of misty glows
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It's easy to misinterpret
When finding different ways,
For life is all of love and hate
And with our feelings plays.
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I love you like the stars in the sky tonight
In flying times and the going to each deep
Every portion of your heart is golden bright
Where memories of softness is like love to keep
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