Peter S. Quinn Poems

Like drifting clouds we all are,
From the past to this day;
There are reasons like peace and war,
For what we do and what we say.
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Your heart be throbbing around,
Love songs that never were found;
Goodbye to childish thoughts,
With all those unthinkable knots.
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These are my frost flowers,
On the cold window;
Morning comes in showers,
Falling rain pearls adagio.
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the narrow streets
in a little town

with night houses
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linger on dreams
strength and courage grandeur

impressions
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hands of life
burning warm desire

holds unexplainably
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picture in the sky
a night of soul fire

deliciously holds
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contradict times
fully highlighted in essentials

performance clothes
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inner interest accounts
together balancing

compounding heights
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keep nerves
of heaven

in lights
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