Peter S. Quinn Poems

The blooms again will die,
And fall like stars to earth;
All things away must fly,
For others in new birth.
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I and my Foolish Continuance,
What will it all bring?
Shall it give me a further chance?
What shall tomorrow sing?
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Every love from inside
Leaving outside something
When daydreams abide
And heart comes to bring
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Give a way! give a way!
For the morning bright,
Here comes the day
From under the night;
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Gliding here through
To dreams of Milky Way,
Between me and you
Till there's a new born day.
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I don't no why
The sun is gray,
And the blue sky
Won't ever stay;
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I'll go my way by myself,
And find the long forgotten;
There's no way ever to tell,
What really lies here rotten.
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In to the distance I run
Away from the trouble ahead,
Where there is no ambition
Just what my fate will embed.
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Let there be love,
All inside and out;
Let it be above,
And everywhere about.
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Love is nothing but a dream faraway,
Sometimes though it seems all so plain and true;
And all pure of feelings inside of you,
Like night that is awaken by the day.
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