Peter S. Quinn Poems

Darkish cloud night - oh profound winter's dream
Boundaries of every passion close
Like a river through an ice water goes
Filling the ways by its shattered low beams
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Last midnight was my turning dreams and ways
Coming down and settle for the inside blue
Lights of redness in dark and swinging grays
Everywhere around and coming through
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Them cool green leaves
That comes around
When spring breezy breeze
Is again here found
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Sweet baggy
Newspaper-filled
New York
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A Mozart is playing her violin
A song for the evening
Note to note in gliding spin
Her bow is tenderly singing
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The day is coming to the evening
With hours of its secret passageways
From winter's rises and falls - in cloud grays
When nothing but the breeze to bare trees sing
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Oh come and be with wings in lover's dream
With your beautiful wishes to release
Creative forces - in their tranquility peace
Where everything in desires seem
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As I fade away...
Like the flowers do
From lives ray
With my hours few
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