Peter S. Quinn Poems

I'm with a heart firmly in graceful peace,
I believe in those dreams for all mankind;
For each love in the world, feelings increase,
And for this, none injustice be confined.
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I'll call upon you summer butterfly,
When fertile spring comes in freshly again;
With colours to fill meadows and the sky,
Nuance becomes new spring's artillerymen.
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The river of dark is coming in blue,
For dusk of night is falling on the leaves;
And all of love that was given to you,
Will fall to sleepiness of lonesome and grieve.
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Summer so soft and true
Comes through the soil to you,
With love on every side,
Bright sunset mornings abide;
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There is something that is here now snowing
In the heart that is sitting cold inside,
For its throbbing's to memories owing
And still to those vanished moments abide.
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I'm like night in the sunset
Feeling red clouds in the sky
Wind in the trees full of breeze
Swirling up leaves so they fly
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My sweetest rose of summer's morning neat,
With sky above so blue and far from sight;
Each of your line more perfect and compete,
Than anything that in this world is finite;
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Sweet embellished rose of twilight sight
The paint of the sunshine that comes to rest
When blue sky returns to the starry night
And opens its many twinkling sighting crest
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North wind is coming,
On the sea road its humming
- Dreams with you and me.
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There is no love more dear to me then true,
For it is like a seed that grows from soil;
When fresh and new, before it dies or foil,
When at first it wakes up and comes through.
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