Peter S. Quinn Poems

There once was a river
with water flowing on,
the streams to deliver
to where it was gone.
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Love is inside out
from the summer going,
it's everywhere about
of times in endless knowing.
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Oh darling time
you know you give and take,
in your hours of prime
and into every new wake.
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You, my darling of flowers
in the book of memories,
the rainy morning showers
when freshness comes to trees.
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Do as you please
Winter deep and dark,
Lonely are your trees
Without a lark.
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Dreams of summer going
on to the winter dark,
with their colors glowing
in their summer embark.
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