Peter S. Quinn Poems

with caressing hands
in darkly mud
my eyes are lifted
to gaze around
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People's searching desire
Their soft thorns
Without images of love
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eternity wisdom
numerous meanings
steeping stones of creation
the slippery ridicule
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the remaining future
doesn't bother the day

inhaling clean air
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Everywhere we go
There is something new
Directions to and fro
Always coming through
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Love of love to be
Something new and fresh
Every opportunity
In its enmesh
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Every bird that's now singing
Is enjoying new spring
With perfumed flowers springing
Like pearls on a string
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I

I am my dreams
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Bring in the openness fire
Of every morning that comes
Love is a way for its desire
That together everything up sums
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I love to hold on to the new found
Every day that comes on shining
With feelings around for miles around
Every new tip toe steps lining
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