Peter S. Quinn Poems

Summer days have now all flown
On to pleasures of gone abundance
As the breeze in the fall has grown
In gloom of dull daydream dance
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Remember the songs gone by
Their deep arrangement and shape
Everything falling from its high
From winters warps of grape
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Burning fires of day and night
Flowers of your wavering love
With every day returning bright
Through the clouds of far above
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Hear the bell
Of a coming tomorrow
Growing its spell
Of joy and of sorrow
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Play play in harmony
Lives beat is going on
Our urban symphony
Till days to past are gone
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Day by day gone
Flowers of time
Those drifting seeds on
Of blooms once in prime
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Mystery of the square stone
As centuries drift on by
And the stone is there alone
With earth dust and the sky
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Flowers in their sun
Are now for long away
For summer is on run
From winter’s cold day
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Just a dream in the far-off glow
Drifting in time's infinity
Gleaming mist in horizon slow
Everything comes there to be
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Love is in the heart deep
Like the seeds of flowers
Every near adore to keep
For the imminent hours
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