Peter S. Quinn Poems

surreal shapes
secrets set to be

finger of time
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The summer comes in with the dearest heat,
And assorted flower bouquets for each vase;
Vivid dresses on the new awakened street,
People walk by with a new look and face.
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I love you so dearly,
For you are life,
In my seasons yearly,
As freshness arrive.
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twisted shadows
climb among
the misshapen rocks
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It looks like a beautiful evening,
It looks like a beautiful next day;
I'll becoming tomorrow,
And discuss love if I may.
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Somewhere along the way
There are stones to tumble on
A danger lurks within a day
Before the hours are gone
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open surreal dreams
lightly images
gleaning from sleep
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Dream and dream on
While winter is here
Soon the green is gone
From under everywhere
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Poems of summer
Growly going by
Breezy on strummer
Blue open sky
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Getting away
From silent sky
Meeting today
In summer bird cry
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