Peter S. Quinn Poems

Hear winter's spinning wheels
As it breezes through the air
And yours last of light it steals
Turing point now to nowhere
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There are times that will come
Be with wisdom and glow
Songs of love they will strum
Through the darkness and grow
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You grow up to learn and to give
With everything you inside live
The ways are many different there
And each to each teach you to share
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The autumn
each leaf turning gold then brown
soon fallen to earth
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There is this faith in everyone
To give, hold and embrace
For approaches are to be won
In every part with each grace
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Give me heart and love of thistles
And something that unknots the day
Feelings are lonesome too bristles
For so much of them are in gray
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All things must pass what of day is here born,
First it gives pleasure and then it is gone;
Like a glow from dawn's new rising pylon,
Light of the day that to dark is forworn.
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Love is like an angel that comes and goes,
Sweetly flowered of the emotions past;
Summer songs and autumn that can't last,
Everything that in fable memory grows.
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Days are going nowhere,
Immortal at last;
Stillness is here and there,
Memories of past.
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