Peter S. Quinn Poems

Dreams are to carry on
Blowing high and blowing low
Summerset morning never gone
Every worthwhile and glow
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Daytimes and rain drops
All time through
Something that never stops
Coming to you
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Love songs of the past
Are like a memory glow
In many times and cast
That came to and fro
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I wanted to say
Dreams are ripping away
With every longing that's done
Into its forgetfulness gone
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The crimson roses of night gardens bed
Their shadings of day breaking coming on
With the tinctures that nature did bled
For the flowers of wall shadows from sun
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Sweet as the rose is
So should your summer be
A breeze with flickering kiss
For you and for me
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There is so much to reach out and do
Love that comes softly from a heart
Those thoughts that live and are true
And never from fulfillments depart
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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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There is nothing less
That you won't find
In your caress
Its flowers of heart
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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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