Peter S. Quinn Poems

My brain is my brain
With every idea new
Or using old ones again
To make it work easily too
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To the evening where love´s now going
From shadows falling and dancing away
Where night comes again in winter's play
With its icily frosty on glowing
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Daydreaming is often bad
Getting you nowhere at time
Living with once that you had
When it was early and prime
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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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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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Bí bí og blaka
björt er hér stund
hljómar heimsins taka
huga þinn og lund
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we are what we are
and be what we ever be
without a courage...
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Dancing light from sky to fields
Every flower is glowing
Dreams of nature life now wields
As the winter is now going
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Clouded sunshine colors
All their way around
Lost is lost it hollers
To again be found
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