Peter S. Quinn Poems

In the silent depth of night's embrace,
Where shadows dance with tender grace,
The hours stretch, an endless space,
And time itself seems to slow its pace.
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O Night, you come in freedom's silent stride,
A cloak of shadows draped across the land,
When weary souls find solace in your wide,
Unfathomable depths, where dreams expand.
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Why Do I Love

In the quietude of night, I ponder deep,
Why do I love, when love is but a leap?
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Sunset

The amber glow spreads wide, the day's last kiss,
A tapestry of hues, warm and divine.
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In gentle whispers, kindness speaks its part,
A tender echo in the soul's soft play,
Where warmth resides, and never shall depart,
For in the heart's abode, it finds its way.
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In shadows cast, a silhouette unknown,
A whispered name, a tale yet to be spun,
I step beyond the veil, my path my own,
To weave my story, under moon and sun.
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The winds of change are ever so strong,
Blowing through the years, reshaping our ways.
What once was right, now may be deemed wrong,
As time marches on and alters our days.
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O your sweet memories, like whispered breeze,
They linger in the chambers of my heart,
Soft echoes of our laughter, love's sweet tease,
In quiet moments, never to depart.
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Heart's pulse, a rhythm deep within my chest,
A symphony of life, a whispered song,
Each beat a dance, a secret love confessed,
A melody that carries me along.
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The night is here with dreams that softly gleam,
A velvet cloak adorned with stars so bright,
In whispered tones, it weaves a gentle theme,
Of moonlit paths and shadows kissed by light.
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