Peter S. Quinn Poems

I have a winter feeling
Beats to footsteps dark
As the moments are wheeling
Onto the gloomy embark
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This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
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Dreams in faraway
Never go on to stay
They are like misty clouds
Itinerant among crowds
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Time going through
Here today gone tomorrow
Always hours to renew
In gladness and its sorrow
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Let there be dreams
To conquer and win
Where everything seems
From affections within
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Late August
In air of treat
Before colors rust
Roses sweet
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There are many different occasions
A mood comes in with ever season
Something new in every invasion
Moments you embrace only once
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The streets are empty for winter is still here,
With the somberness of weeks still to come;
The swift winds of tomorrow with its glum,
May swirl away darkness needing a steer.
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There is nothing less
That you won't find
In your caress
Its flowers of heart
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Total eclipse,
Of all things that we see;
Breaking our thoughts,
With fire of desire.
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