Peter S. Quinn Poems

tangled fields
placid silhouettes birds

bare quiet trees
...

The golden
archer
draws his
glowing rays
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O love is gone
on to the winter deep,
but memories give on
a bouget to keep.
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Mists of clouds are everywhere,
Dust from wheels of time.
I long for you and still care,
Brawl has passed its prime.
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Light and gray darkness,
Twilight's silences endless
- Luminiferous!
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sign of the day
crystal snow
dreams in the alley
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keep nerves
of heaven

in lights
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inner interest accounts
together balancing

compounding heights
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The moments like waves,
They one by one the way paves
- some though misbehaves.
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Fire of dreams
high in the day's
clouds
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