Peter S. Quinn Poems

Amber summer sky
Is now gone to winter's day
With its time of morning high
And moods of summer’s play
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Beauty is everywhere
From distances to near
As sun rises to the air
Motorcars the wheels steer
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My brain is my brain
With every idea new
Or using old ones again
To make it work easily too
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So much of love is looked in memories
And great still rivers of times own photos
The softly and crafted wind of summer trees
In sustained tranquility that away goes
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Clouds in the sky they are made out of love,
Nature is the artist magnificent;
Everything there, isn't heavy and above,
And made rather fluffy in the distant.
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Your love to all, is your greenest of song,
Nursing on as a mother - caring for all;
Opportunity and a function call,
Giving knowledge of what is right and wrong.
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city streets surrounding
the season

people and buildings
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I am a singer of song
In the sweetest melody
My heart‘s a dreamy long
As it wants to be free
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In your heart you wear love
Like a sundown falling sky
In the cloudlets far above
Into a sunset going lullaby
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The night is now passing by
Every footstep it carries on
Onto the dark of drifting sky
Until its illusions are done
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