Peter S. Quinn


Morning Song - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

So yellow and white
From dreams that long
Into each day bright
Flowers of going
Soft in their shade
Memories past showing
That life has made

Every walking day
Playfully there on
Dream’s plentiful play
Into the daybreak’s sun
Love is eternally
Bouquets of debate
Pleasures so free
Never are too late

Summer and winter real
Glorious fading line
Each in their color feel
From past sunshine
Daybreak’s and evening
There in their paradise
Million pearls bringing
Of tincture shade ties

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013


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