Peter S. Quinn Poems

In the silence of the new,
time is always changing.
as the day comes through
and new thoughts arranging...
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Is there a hope in a wish?
A moment, a place to be free,
Somewhere, where love is a bliss
And your dreams I can see.
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Sails
into stardom

rimming the days
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subtle words
into hue tones

from diluted dark colors
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All summertime delights,
I remember them well;
The brightly warm nights,
With their enchanting spell.
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There's a songbird in my soul,
It's singing there only for me;
About this world's rigmarole,
Or the deep feelings - cravingly.
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Let me now know if there is still time,
To find about love and make a share;
Time is like reasons in a beautiful rime,
Sometimes it flows from here to there.
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Time is taken away,
Step by step it goes,
Born to an unknown day,
Nothing forever glows.
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Oh tiger green and sweetly blue
With honest eyes and very true,
How can we again meet
And each kindly treat,
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The gift of life
is from earth,
in days of strife
each time's worth;
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