Peter S. Quinn Poems

Some morns are easy going
With wonderful sayings to say
Onward breezy flowing
Turning out their best way
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A heart's sometimes like an arrow
That gets lost on its long turning on way
Or a flying high clouded lonesome sparrow
That not for long in the forest can stay
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There are many coming and going reasons
For every aspect of our full life
And in them our blossoming growth seasons
That we're working on all times to strife
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Where are our dreams going to?
In the dim evening light
When eyes can't see clearly through
The mystical snowy night
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Endlessly through the hours
We drift on with our dreams
Morning comes in its bowers
Mind-sets illumination streams
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The earth is made of contrasting love songs
Defusing the centuries with it through
Sometimes detached to stern's renew
Or created in half-opened shadows belongs
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The darkness is of a personal way
Showing corners with their true moon shadows
There are feelings of tinctures and gray
Among their screened-off area and flows
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The shadows fall to ashes
When sun comes up again
Night dreams to reality clashes
And they become fain
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A year oh sweet year is now going soon by
With moments to remember and some lost
The bouquets of memories I have crossed
Each in their mood of a daydreaming high
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The beautiful dreams come in like a glow
Filling the evening with fantasy
Here comes new Christmas now willingly
Fresh in its falling dreams - in little star's snow
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