Peter S. Quinn Poems

Be of love and eyes
Like the morning new
That into daybreak flies
Becomes something to you
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Dance like the wind
From the mountain
Forever
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I go seeking my voice
Through the garden of time
Finding something I knew
And something I didn't know
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Perfume from old gardens
Like yellow leaves are
Love scents of life
Daydreams and wishing star
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Day is now in its dark ways
From glowing of golden lost
In the winter cold icily rays
That is turning them into rust
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Hope like a blossom glow
Filling its leaves with sunshine
Rooted in earth to grow
And become with life sublime
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These days of dark and deep
In its frosty snowy paced
My love song can not keep
Or beat of feelings lased
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Beyond the whispering easterly
Of furious winter sky
The owls are raving to me
Without reasoning why
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Come with your remarks
For the hours are almost done
With parquetry embarks
That once in shine was on
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Occasions are now coming into bliss
Between the glowing light and the now dark
Like a glistening falling starry spark
Are the evening eyes curving its kiss
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