Peter S. Quinn Poems

Blossoms blue and white
of days and summers gone,
like dreams in the night
for wintertime carries on.
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Each love is just a song
that goes by the night,
with feelings that do long
the times of sky bright.
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It's time for dreams
and starry ways,
where wonder seems
in golden rays.
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moments and days
of endless memory

echo in
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Oh sweetest harvest time
Now come to the forest and sing
Its grass is now in prime
And sways to the sounding bring
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We are kindred spirits in cyberspace
With poems to write and give
Each moment is our hope and grace
To bring ‘em forward and truly live
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There is a turning
Inside the other
With dark out and light.
Trickling fresh
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Nothing comes easy
The world is a big place
A little bit breezy
And a little bit of grace
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Thoughts of silence
Convey the tongue
With soft lips of desires
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