Peter S. Quinn Poems

Every word for every day
Is all I have to give
This and that in my own way
Is how I come to live
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There is no point no more
Only something that has gone away
What this was once all for
Didn’t last and didn’t stay
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Just bring in your heart
To the evening light
Where feeling shall start
On to every blight
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Nowhere hours are always here some in between
Flowing easy in their going on the day
What remains steadfastly or to be seen
In the dripping thought from each coming play
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There is soft breathing inside here
With your love and touch to rise
So much remains in warmth everywhere
In the fine mist of disguise
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So much loving is always coming here
Like a colorful flower garden starting
In its giving and their much sweetly care
Never from a love dried out and departing
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Small is beautiful
Like everything
If it comes in full
And with shades sing
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Love song of winter’s night
With many thoughts to give
Stars falling above bright
Promising wishes to live
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Oh love song of my heart come in here still
And fill your richness in all its time's glow
My dreams are there to come around to fill
And every morning is new on its go
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Remember some the days that have gone by
With sweet aroma of roses in shade
Those gifts from the softly earth that love made
And were carried through drifts, for our inside try
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