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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Beautiful good night
Your hour is into sleeping
Lost in a dreamy flight
Each my wonder keeping
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Take my love that’s reaching out
That’s what it’s all about
To be with in and have some fun
And making time outside in sun
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Day to day pictures
Are everywhere in glow
Dark to white strictures
In the dissolving snow
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The sky will glow
For tomorrow peaceful day
And be its flow
With the hours that won’t stay
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Breaking the waves to finally know,
What is the truth in this old game;
Places to hold come to and grow,
Bring some thoughts give it a flame.
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From my room I hear
The wind blow
Strings from icy harp
Filling the dark
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There is no one way to do or weigh
If it were it would become boring
Emptiness on its emptiness day
For people in sleepiness snoring
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