Peter S. Quinn Poems

September is going
into the north cold,
memories still glowing
in the days of the old.
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Oh love my summer,
with dreams that are departing
- to still memories.
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The future is bright
in this winter song,
though there comes a night
we still can long.
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Everything is going
in its burning on flame,
like the string is glowing
never quite the same.
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Never alone my heart
you always go on and on,
in morning of fresh start
until the day is gone.
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