Peter S. Quinn Poems

I have no freedom
it was taken away,
in life's early blossom
where fate did play;
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now that summer's here
with beauty in beauty
blossoms to grow everywhere
in all its splendor free
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Oh, love become,
like summer blossom;
a truly beautiful way,
on a summer day.
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You didn't know me
I was only here,
I tried connectivity
but couldn't be everywhere;
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I am no one
I am just here for a while
then I am gone
into a world of a beguile
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Love takes time
but it becomes stronger
if you are in your prime
or even younger
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Oh, love, I am still here
With my dreams on their ways
Dreams of to everywhere
With life and their plays
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