Peter S. Quinn Poems

Why does humanity go by like this?
Opportunity becomes nothing
In its to and fro epoch prospect swing
From care taking to its final remiss
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Give me time to be
Give me time to live
Give me time to see
Give me time to give
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Cold is cold
Like frozen river
Each its turn
Passing between the flows
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Flýgur krummi
í náttmyrkri
einn hann er á ferð
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Give me time that keeps its touch
Feelings that never overcome
Saying of the heart: I love you so much
The specialty of passions blossom
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In to the night my dreams go
Light that is mellow and falling
I have forgotten their glow
And each footstep strolling
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You are still there with me
My dreams of summer – now gone
I have loved the times with thee
And each you flower done
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Rain is raining now
Filling the past in forgetting
Something will go somehow
Flows of the drops whetting
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There are the days
That you and I know
The playfully ways
Of winter's coming snow
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Dreams are sometimes like sea waves
Coming forward and gazing the time through
To each new longing their footsteps paves
With every wishing that's up to you
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