Peter S. Quinn Poems

A flower in my heart
because spring is not here
a love song of earth
is inside growing
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Return my feelings from the yesterdays
In to flying fulfillments of tomorrows
All my renders were molded in to the haze
That interventions sometime borrows
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The two shadows flowing in the nightfall
Together to give each their doubtful cast
Empty in their flickering sparking crawl
Nothing of theirs through the twilight will last
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Haust laufið fellur
á regnvot og köld strætin
- allt hverfur á braut
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Pungent continuing ways
Not coming unexpectedly
With coldness in its garden
The buds of nowhere luck
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Our time has come to the evening now
Nothing forever stays the very same
It escapes to the blue somehow
In to its weak burning flickering flame
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I knew about the darkness and its twist
The jolt of the dim shadows deranging
Like no one has seen before on its gist
Forever in corners darkish changing
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Hjarta mitt þögult
sem skógurinn að hausti
- meðan blöð falla
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Ég elska vorið
þegar það sleikir sólskinið
af tungu frostsins
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