Peter S. Quinn Poems

I came to this world old,
Alien is my second name.
Like a gust from darkness cold,
Is my ravish loving game.
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Come here rise with me
Mornings of the heart
Love is sweet and free
From the hours start
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the symphony
of the blue open sky
and waving oceans
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desire wave
relieving thoughts

something never heard
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remember love

and be blessed
with a treasure
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Bring me to the wisdom song
Of something good and good

Paint my heart in the colors
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Touch a dream
let it come our way;
like fresh river stream
so we'll be okey.
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Autumn blossoms deep in shades and hues,
The last farewell of nature's dying art;
Autumn whispers soft in gentle cues,
The final words of love before we part.
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Going up and down
everything is going,
earth in colors brown
in the summer glowing.
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