Peter S. Quinn Poems

My time is to time
Out words I've written
Put inside its rhyme
The metaphors hidden
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Beautiful stranger
Be everything of love
Dreams far that lie
In the clouds here above
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Take me there
To your distant shore
Let me go away
For always more and more
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We should go and find it
what we are looking for,
it shall come bit by bit
everything and always more.
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There is a time to go
and there a is time to live,
there is a time to know
and there is a time to give.
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Blossoms blue and white,
dreams of skyand coming year
- we are going too.
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All is in the dreams,
of its nowhere to go now
- days have died to past.
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Blood red the forest,
in autumn shade symphony
- when leaves are falling.
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Stars of days and night,
people of peaceand freedom
- fires through the darkness.
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The light goes around
to the nowhere,
everywhere gleam's found
it comes here and there.
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