Peter S. Quinn Poems

Let me come here with you
On the road once more
Bring inside poems - few
That came from stars afar
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Fate is a baby young eyes
In to a morning daybreak
How in the truth you rise
Always yourself no fake
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There's a handful of earth in your hands ways
With its meadows so vast of its love too
And the ways that you are in molding clays
Everything multiplying to renew
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I have come to know this day
That was lost into the new
With its trees in summer's play
And the love I had for you
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I long for the tomorrow to come
With feelings ahead on the road aside
Like freshness aroma of its blossom
That into oblivion all too soon must hide
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Pale eyes of winter days
Neon lights flowing
Slicking streets - wintry ways
Autumn's row glowing
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You don't believe in love
When sky clouds are near
The gray dark tones above
That winter’s freezing steer
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I walked wastelands of lonesome days
Where old summer flowers were buried to earth
Through the bitter ranges I walked the ways
And found my footsteps in the waging worth
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Let the river flow and flow
As the time balances on
Let a heart know and know
Before love from it’s dried gone
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Give a dream to you
With many bouquets own
Roots of what is true
In your soul sown
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