Peter S. Quinn Poems

Love has many customs
And places to go to
Some are small
Like atoms
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There are times going by
That slips away so easily
Turning inside low and high
To the moments queasily
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Times are drifting here by in their gray
In memories of colors they once were
Everything in bleakish dive deter
That once showed freshness of its early May
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My heart is in the songs
Every mood they turn
My feelings all belongs
Whichever way they burn
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Each is for new love
That comes to mind drifting
Like clouds appearing above
In ways of heart uplifting
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the path lies frozen
in to the blackish forest
- no one walks there now
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The cycle of the season
On the land and the sea
Each and every reason
Those come inside to be
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Sunlight is everywhere to be found
Hope sending hope to the inside far true
High heavens bluer drifting in sunset through
In your eyes here and there and all around
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Your love comes never too easily
Because if you're true there are many ways
Like colours in spectrums down to the grays
Some for the hours always going on there free
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