Peter S. Quinn Poems

I was into that secret shadow
Of the moods of an autumn afternoon
Where there's rise in a nightly glow
Before the winter comes in soon
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Time to come of give and take
Fruit carriers of all that past
In history and centuries make
This in its whiles shall last
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I will give you mine everything
A bouquet of life
And let you with my heart sing
When its beats strife
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Every day is for the living
With any freedom to be free
In so much opportunity giving
Anything might come to be
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Living for dreams
Those are inside here and out
Where everything in clearance seem
Of what is happening about
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Every day is running behind
It's scheduled between the distances
You must wake up, go and then find
Every opportunity and their chances
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These are days of going yesterdays
In the hours of captured moments on
With their many promises and pays
Till every dream of theirs is gone
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My window - like the Street-
Full of life - and Fragrance-
That's autumn-
Every leaf Falling - bleaching Shades
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Our dreams so dear in their wake
Of the night and silence hour
Dark or shadows away they take
In tenderness of their empower
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Flowers in the background
Old times in gray and white
Life songs turning around
In their all and different light
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