Peter S. Quinn Poems

Green gold leaves won't stay,
tomorrow comes coldness day
- river flows away.
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Our time
is enfolding
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Stirring and drifting,
light of the days uplifting
- clouds above shifting.
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Most beautiful rose
to a nocturnal dream goes
- when winter tiptoes.
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In meteor
falling lines
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Summer bird's singing,
with two and two tones stringing
- memory clinging.
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Turtles on a rock,
or the fastest flying hawk
- tide's limits ticktock.
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Ceaseless hours
their time clocks
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A day becomes old,
our future is all blindfold
- streams of warm and cold.
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Answers through
the droplets
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