Peter S. Quinn Poems

Sweet melody of night
when the hour is dark,
and there is only starry light
in the burn of its spark.
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Oh darling sweet autumn
to the leaves that fall,
when the breeze will strum
its winter song call.
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Eternal love
where the heart always is,
like drift clouds above
in all of this;
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Here comes a song
of sweet melody,
something to long
and like instantly.
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Give and take
is life's game,
build up and make
never the same
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I have a dream to give
that came to me last night,
with magic of night to live
in shadows of moon light.
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Let there be sunshine
in every turning,
gleams doing fine
in shadow burning.
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