Peter S. Quinn Poems

This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
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There is nothing less
That you won't find
In your caress
Its flowers of heart
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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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O love my love
You have my way
Like night meets day
In their roundelay play
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Always I love you more and even more
Like an ocean that in darkness lies hidden
All pleasures are there writing in for
Whatever the profound waves have written
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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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Summer summer to you
In weaving emotions
Endless colorings through
To tomorrow's oceans
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I have a winter feeling
Beats to footsteps dark
As the moments are wheeling
Onto the gloomy embark
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