Peter S. Quinn Poems

Passing time
The wind is playing
With leaves in rime
And winter staying
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Glowing night of dark
Into the going apart
Glistening starry spark
Giving feeling to heart
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I´m speaking soft not loudly
As the winter is here
With its brawling breeze proudly
Swift cold waves everywhere
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We do what we're told
Making and breaking
Inside our own to hold
What of its worth taking
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Some play the game of nowhere
Like they were in dark sea
Swimming from here to there
Inside and outside to be
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My flame is burning
Restful colors on
Love is always learning
Things that could be done
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As the wind plays
Its eternal harmony
Many tones and lays
Of floating on free
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Like an eye
In afar memory
From dark sky
Everything can see
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This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
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Dream waves to and fro
All of them never the same
On their easy away go
Wild and free not to tame
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