Peter S. Quinn Poems

Day and night come
Through its purest space
Like a fragrance blossom
Are their many ways
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Let there be harmony, inside of me,
Sweetly singing - always, tones new and fresh;
With colors so tender, softly and free,
Dreamy words, full of muse and loftiness.
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Now wintertime dim begins
From outside my window
The snow circles and spins
In a breezy blow show
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Love is everything there is
A beautiful morning going by
Yellow red dawn at its bliss
Early hour of the bluish sky
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Love is shining from night
Around the stars so bright
Every heart to fulfill
Of this hour of silent still
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All is over when it goes
Let me love you again
Like the winter that glows
Feeling coldness in vain
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Oh sweet rose of my dreams
Where have you been?
Now everything in twilight seems
Icy and darkish mean
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When the winter is done
With its roses in frosty
And it goes on or is gone
Like fall's leaves rusty
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You will always see me crying
When love reaches to my soul
Otherwise I would be dying
With no passion and no role
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