Peter S. Quinn Poems

Nowhere is near to my heart
On this dark evening night
Love is a song that will depart
When comes again morning light
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Dreams filled with gold and silver threads of shade
Into the dismantled rivers that on twine
Each on their assent complexity made
To turn on red connective of sunshine
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All those forgotten songs that came
Inside a heart when its pure in love
Burning on and burning true flame
Just like the new morning above
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Now those times are here again
When the days will become darker
And in the hearts of various men
Yesterdays shall become sparker
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Everybody got their own dream
To let again come true
Going with the forward stream
Like it’s all up to you
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The evening is coming
Like rain clouded drift
Drooping over the trees
Lonely hour’s dark
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Nothing will come to be
Only your work will give
You have a time to see
What you in thoughts live
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In October
Sweet love was in
With the moon in blue
And turning shadows
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Like shattered glass on old autumn's leaves
The yellow brown reddish yesterday's gold
Through mystery air green branches cleaves
Whiles are passing where dreams did unfold
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Waves of tomorrows rises and falls
Into deep oceans that endlessly come
Times unborn like love songs to life calls
Few will whisper softly others you hum
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