Peter S. Quinn Poems

Illusions are vacant
melting black blood

vaporize found
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Smell- running silky colors
awakes from death

the freedom of earth
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Ringing and bugling
awaken spirits

the earth's calling
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I have here a song, deep within my heart,
Which I'd like to sing to you, it is about
A lot of love - I don't know how to start,
As it echoes through without being out.
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Days are blue and white with dreams laid in between,
Our faces feel smooth with sparkling angel eyes,
In different light than sometimes is seen,
Full of new youth and in a plain none disguise.
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Sweet roses in red
In the garden surrounding
Colored precincts bled
Of summertime founding
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Let me dream away my heart, oh my heart,
For I know I love too much and burn thus up;
All my days, filled with love that can't depart,
I must thus this sweetness drink from my fate's cup.
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Like I always knew that your heart could bleed,
I knew of bitter taste that life could give,
But never for a mercy did I plead,
For nothing as experience can relive.
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It's a great day today for feeling fine,
Moments come so full in the autumn wind;
With sun that glisten with its brownish shine,
So all the sightings are kind of tin-skinned.
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How sweet is this music of feelings and touch?
The softest of all sayings 'I love you so much';
This voice is so deep - it never could die,
And clearer than any, and further than the sky.
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