Peter S. Quinn Poems

Bring me to your heart,
Where dreams won't die;
Everything is world apart,
Open space and its sky.
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Babe all I want is you
For good times to roll along
Everything is quite blue
When you are this young
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Time's moods are changing,
Winter is rearranging
- The sky until spring.
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Do what you must - do it quick,
Time is of no former wail;
Our life is so often very slick,
Coming around like dog's tail.
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Daydreams in the dim,
As winter comes with its trim
- Stars and moon hymn.
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Here is my song -,
On going and on going;
To where tones belong,
In the feelings showing.
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around the moment
when the breeze

speaks soft tongue of music
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beneath the willow
slumber tales
of endless stories
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I'll always love you like new spring that comes
And turns my soul to the fresh and the new,
Summer seedlings that soon be new blooms
Like in morning's the sweetest of fallen dew;
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A tune for a rose
That in summer fair grows,
Like beauty in trim
When the moody is dim.
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