Peter S. Quinn Poems

Black holes
and metagalexies

finding beginnings
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True dreamers shall never die
When they do a poem or a song
Time might catch them and fly
But they will be singing along
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morrow's child
precious rays
spins and plays
white gold so mild
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metallic white
silvery shining
brilliant sapphire
of misty glows
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It's easy to misinterpret
When finding different ways,
For life is all of love and hate
And with our feelings plays.
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I love you like the stars in the sky tonight
In flying times and the going to each deep
Every portion of your heart is golden bright
Where memories of softness is like love to keep
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Carried by undulation of drizzling clouds
Through the kingdom of longing with fresh air
Opening passes of autumn time crowds
In their endures of powers and flair
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Lane to somewhere
As the morning comes
People from here and there
Walking among blossoms
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My heart is now in dark
As the day dimly goes
In the wintry cold and spark
As the winter now grows
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I want to dream
Through day and night
Where the entire world seem
In the dreamy light
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