Peter S. Quinn Poems

A flower of the mind
From inside to be
Where fortune you will find
To set each creation free
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The day is going
In to the deepest of fall
Red yellow flowing
In dreams of winter's call
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I love the handsome dote
That you actually down wrote
With everything in the color true
That came to be the same
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ICT overdose and its 'comatose'
I'm under its spell once again
'Cause I and my keyboard are close
Both within its contrast terrain
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Let love be my heart in every its turn
And rising like glow of the new morning sky
That on to the day and evening burn
Love that's from inside that never shall die
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She's the lady of the lake
The new born springtime
Her soul that plays at night
On the harp of nocturnal colors
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In the gracious light of all memories gone
The moments of burning of desiring flame
In a word of its forbearing truest in name
That carries new appearing still on and on
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Come to my heart knock on wood
Don’t worry, be good I'm your super man

I will let you be what you want to be
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Soft is my heart like the wind blows
Reach a feeling of touch and more
Everything comes as it all too goes
Reaching days for what it is for
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Let peace be within your heart
With our dreams beyond the light
Where all the reachable start
To set its wings to new flight
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