Peter S. Quinn Poems

Now give away to dreams
That never came to you,
For reality there seems
To be so quite untrue;
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To the days ahead,
I will follow renewed
Shades have now bled
And branches lie nude;
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These are songs for another day
When moments are more quiet,
When the harp of things don't play
In a back street unknown riot;
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There's so much love in the air
For the time is turning around,
Roads are clearing everywhere
Lost is now once more found;
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There is no end to the world,
It's just coming a little bit closer;
After the mistakes we've burled,
In this enigmatical poser.
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The moments and hours are coming more clear
From darkening thoughts and spirits of grief,
Words been said - pass on like aperitif
And sometimes an advise away will steer;
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The melody of the song that lingers on
To faraway places that were born once,
When the time and the places gave us bunce
For each day is like contest or argon;
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The long stroll back
To the days of true peace,
What mankind now lack
In the end all dispute frees;
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The darkish ways are full of twist
For what is here of mood so true,
All worldly thoughts only a gist
Of what is I and what is you.
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One thing's for certain
I'll have to go,
For I've searched in vain
For new love to grow;
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