Peter S. Quinn Poems

Like morning flowers sweet
the day has come so neat,
with drops of dew
and songs anew,
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The earth is yellow,
Under the winter's aglow;
Spring will come and grow,
A seed from under the snow.
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Poems from the north,
Are frozen on the ground;
Winter's songs going forth,
Like wild wolves hound.
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Like time comes it passes too soon away
In tick of times that dwells not for long
With feelings there and ease of every song
That sings with love and kindness in its play
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One thing's for certain
I'll have to go,
For I've searched in vain
For new love to grow;
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Meetings with summer,
When the spring shall return;
Color varieties strummer,
The new seedlings to learn.
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A heart full of love,
Yet still unharmed it stands;
Feelings like clouds above,
Through dreams borderlands.
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There is something about your eyes
That is a secret to me
Troubles ahead their disguise
Something passing on to be
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You got to let me go,
To the times that were before;
When everything we know,
Was either peace or war.
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