Peter S. Quinn Poems

Each nothing is always something
And so it is always doing
It gives you the thought that it'll bring
Without needing further proving
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I had the white wind in my beating heart
But it has become blackish as the sand
I knew when I my first morning did start
That love is an eager way to command
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Feel love in everything
As its echoes repeat
Breeze of nature will sing
In tides of its coming beat
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Feel the music
As it comes in
Feel time's tick
Inside its spin
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Building and red sky
Always come on
In their low and high
Till they are gone
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All the falling diamonds are always here
Some easy going like a river falling stream
In our dreaming and from everywhere
Like a beautiful worthy inside dream
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A light in my winter
For spring dreams to come
Shady darkish tinter
Where my summer is from
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Pearly pearly snow
From winter's wonderland
Glimmering in glow
Like twinkling wristband
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Every dream should be a dream coming through
To get to know when it hailstones outside
In the rough icily winter abide
A heart to know so icicled cold and blue
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It’s my bird on the road
In the hot clement tempered sun
Feeling lonely and tired inside
Every dream that comes free gives a flight
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