Peter S. Quinn Poems

Crossroads of the coming day
Everywhere to keep
This and that in outside play
From gone judgments deep
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April is in with blossom flowers
At my door and some within
Whitish and yellow in their dowers
Shading gracious in a spin
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Love should be like morning in tenderness flow
If you say in honesty you love me
Like daybreak to the rising in its goal go
That flickers on its fire heat in sparks free
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Nowhere hours are always here some in between
Flowing easy in their going on the day
What remains steadfastly or to be seen
In the dripping thought from each coming play
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So much loving is always coming here
Like a colorful flower garden starting
In its giving and their much sweetly care
Never from a love dried out and departing
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There is soft breathing inside here
With your love and touch to rise
So much remains in warmth everywhere
In the fine mist of disguise
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Small is beautiful
Like everything
If it comes in full
And with shades sing
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Oh love song of my heart come in here still
And fill your richness in all its time's glow
My dreams are there to come around to fill
And every morning is new on its go
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Love song of winter’s night
With many thoughts to give
Stars falling above bright
Promising wishes to live
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Remember some the days that have gone by
With sweet aroma of roses in shade
Those gifts from the softly earth that love made
And were carried through drifts, for our inside try
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