Peter S. Quinn Poems

One learns as long as one can of self give,
Of love and pleasures hidden in the heart;
For all there is it's only worth to live,
When soul and mind are equal in their part.
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Perfect impression, ah rose fairest of blooms,
Giving colors to the loneliest hearts;
Filling up with fragrance gardens and rooms,
Your treasure truest never here departs.
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There is this world of finest sun,
That shadows fall on in the night;
And as this world is all not fun,
Just different ways of wrong and right.
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Dark dark comes close,
When day's dreamt away
The sunshine;
Alone now stands
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I can't hold any longer to my breath,
I can't hold any longer to my future;
I'm one step ahead to where I'm going to,
But I notice you've been a long time there.
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