Peter S. Quinn Poems

Frail is the seed of earth
With every falling's time
Day and day by growing's worth
Till it reaches prime
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What mirrors entertain at midnight?
With its cracks and glowing
Sometimes gives reflections bright
Though not much more showing
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Each day and night my desiring increase
Like a growing spring into summer comes
Giving blossoms wholesome there to release
From under earth and wintry darkish glums
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Day and night we were dreaming away
Summer set moods of our love
Something of feelings in instances stay
Just like the sunshine above
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Love love and be true
And everything comes through
For both me and you
Love is a pleasing taste
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I will always come to you
Without ever be with fail
Each wish to see clear through
Without weep and wail
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Each time has its secrets going
Plentiful of today's ever showing
Themes left to know what time's doing
'Much about nothing' like pigeons cooing
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As the night comes in
I hear the flowing water
In its streaming travelin'
As it squashes and splatter!
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