Peter S. Quinn Poems

With soft touches
I'll vanish away
Leaving a street
Waking a day
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I will find a brave heart of trust and worth,
And fill it with songs I truly can share;
For such should true art be to fill the earth,
Be fresh for tomorrow to breathe the air.
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sounds found
young to the heart

meant for clever
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sunflower cups
summery bright

brilliant
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Tomorrow comes
Don't you worry
Spring again blooms
Don't be in a hurry
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A flower for honey rose,
Oh so sweet of fragrance;
Even in a small of dose,
May you never blanch.
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Into the splitting open,
All the light goes;
Clouds of dust and space,
From the inside grows.
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Times are a changing,
Spring of night goes;
Seeds are rearranging,
Where the wind blows.
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This dream is for you,
So hold it close today;
Let some of it come true,
Before it will go away.
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