Peter S. Quinn


#2 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Mists of clouds are everywhere,
Dust from wheels of time.
I long for you and still care,
Brawl has passed its prime.

The mirror shows me your face,
Even though you aren't here.
I remember your caring ways,
You are to me always dear.

Nothing leads to emptiness,
What will others say?
Let’s start our love again fresh,
Make blue sky out of grey.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 16, 2011


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