Peter S. Quinn Poems

Pale eyes of winter days
Neon lights flowing
Slicking streets - wintry ways
Autumn's row glowing
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You don't believe in love
When sky clouds are near
The gray dark tones above
That winter’s freezing steer
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I walked wastelands of lonesome days
Where old summer flowers were buried to earth
Through the bitter ranges I walked the ways
And found my footsteps in the waging worth
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Let the river flow and flow
As the time balances on
Let a heart know and know
Before love from it’s dried gone
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Give a dream to you
With many bouquets own
Roots of what is true
In your soul sown
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You and I like love
The enduring ways carefully
Summer in morning dream
A window into its look
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Like the world in the night and out of sleep
Comes the twilight and meets new daybreak
A sliver blue gleam from the hours of deep
Approaching to give brightness and awake
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My heart I didn't know
Only its throbbing gone
Like footsteps in the snow
That all disappeared head-on
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I speak from experience here is my bread
Tongues of the dew I slit to the being
My heart long-bearded silences now are dead
Without that virtue upheld into there seeing
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Core of my dream at times is alone
While earth thrust aside what in turns it finds
The beauty of day with in coming tone
Each of each truth that comes to the minds
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