Peter S. Quinn


The Sun Burning Flowers Of Dust - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Lay low lay low lay low,
The sun burning flowers of dust,
Shall you never again grow?
Just hide among death and rust.

Lay low lay low lay low,
When you were found you were lost,
And even then people didn't know,
All wars are just blood and cost.

Lay low lay low lay low,
You are cold and bitten by frost,
For hiding your wounds in snow,
The sun burning flowers of dust.

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  • Rookie - 496 Points Subbaraman N V (12/19/2007 1:13:00 AM)

    Yes! The sun burning flowers of dust- this great world! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 10, 2011


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