Peter S. Quinn Poems

The future is bright
in this winter song,
though there comes a night
we still can long.
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Everything is going
in its burning on flame,
like the string is glowing
never quite the same.
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Never alone my heart
you always go on and on,
in morning of fresh start
until the day is gone.
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When day becomes a night
and dreams begun to fall,
where a heart is for a blight
in beats of each its new call.
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Oh the day is going by
into the night of darkish glowing,
where stars shine bright in sky
and the moon is in clouds going.
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