Peter S. Quinn Poems

I'll be regretful if I seek them in vain,
Songsters that so softly tunes to me bring
And give me pleasures without any pain,
As when the first of colours come in spring.
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If I would pass tomorrow I would be lost,
For I have not found existence at all;
Every flower that gets around tossed,
Will give up its life before there is fall.
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If you repeat yourself, words become dull,
Only emptiness without any reason;
And every sentence, just fluffy and null,
It's to good poetry, - lust and treason.
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