Peter S. Quinn Poems

The days of my days are flowing
On to the voices of silence
Like everything slumbered is going
Though calm delights trance
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A night is now coming in
Into truly worth and spin
The flowers grown in shadows
From summer's last glows
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A bird is a bird for another
With everything in its own day
Like a summer song coming together
In every tone and joyful play
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Í dag er dagur
dagsins í dag,
þar lendur tímans
hafa sáð sín lönd.
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Newborn is this day,
Coming fresh out of the blue
- Energy renews!
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Winsome songs are now coming through the air
From those sweet memories of gleaming past
Feelings of fervor - so true bright and clear
With their heavens - from its far and its vast
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Promises of love
They come and go on by
Like sun and cloud above
Until again they’ll die
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My heart is always near
The summer setting's mood
When comes in new spring year
Of its pleasures of given fruit
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We shall overcome this day
When our heart is almost broken
Many feeling in their way
Those were never outside spoken
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Between the injustice
We shall overcome -
Someone on the street cries
Do you know where she's from?
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