Peter S. Quinn Poems

Where the wild heart is,
through the lonely winter bliss
- summer days we miss.
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Curving lights
to heaven hopes
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Day and night and you
love is gone into the blue
- where the stars are too!
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Falling down flowing,
what we have and bestowing
- winter is growing.
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Meadows
and hills
are free
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Ringing old
surrounding ties
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The old hills
tell of vibrant run
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Moment young in fire,
of dream and a dawn desire
- future you aspire.
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Bringing across
and through great cold
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Water mirror glow,
where distance memories grow
- day and night shall flow.
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