Peter S. Quinn Poems

The leaping stream of yesterdays away
Scents gold sprays of wandering aroma
Abandoned land of summer flowing day
Each colors shade and rainbow's diploma
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Out come the moments with the stars to catch
Vastly dimensions of in between space
Galaxies of wishes future to touch
Every route junctures many ways
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Now come to the garden of the places
Where the days have all gone in to the lost
And every of their lovable graces
Go into the differences there tossed
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My song has gone to loneliness
Its freshness is rustic and old
The window sings in wintry wind
For memories that can not hold
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I woke up in the drizzle new morning glow
Where the raindrops touches the earth and plays
Just before the winter's coming of snow
When dark comes with shades many grays
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Dark rainfalls are here
Stirring its moods through the air
My thoughts are nowhere
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Always my dear love,
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There was a man of smelling
Sleazy tricks he tried selling
Every hole he'd find
He took from behind
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I found her in autumn
In her new blue dress
Every shade was in bottom
Of gone summer's caress
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There was a time
All inside this
In morning’s prime
The first of kiss
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