In Ways Of This Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In Ways Of This



In ways of this
My heart beats on
In colored bliss
Of dreams gone

Were once was you
Of freshness high
And all that's true
In blue night sky

In ways tomorrow
That soon be here
In lost diminuendo
Of our yesteryear

Like falling rose
In fragrance sweet
Our moment goes
To a silent beat

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