A Round Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I

The explosion of spring,
Bump bump alloy, it is here!
True to its nature,
Happiness goes forever,
If we allow it.

Lets dance together,
Have fun wherever it is;
Spoil us with a smile,
There is no place for depression
When we feel springtime.

All war must soon end,
Just like winter loses too;
Chorus of life: love,
Deny not, it is, yes, true
If we allow it.

II

My head - all my earth,
A round and spinning object
- Of thoughts, space and growth.

The squares in the heart,
Makes to many corners in mind;
- Lets be soft and round...

III

A silent thank you,
To all who commend with me:
- These moments are yours...

A silent thank you,
My own earth, I have water,
For rebirth of life.

A silent thank you,
To people - I call to all:
Remember each love.

That had broken ways,
But won - each on their own,
For they embraced worlds

Of differences.