Peter S. Quinn Poems

Let the wind blow blow
to the ocean deep now,
for its time to go and go
to the dark winter's brow.
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Oh, love come here and be
In all your fairness and try,
For then the heart will see
There is a connection and tie.
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Nowhere is nowhere
So much of it now,
Gone to here and there
In its drift somehow.
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The times are coming and showing
The best is yet to come
We know and we are going
With this and that where it’s from
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Waves drifting on the sea,
Like a sweet flowing melody;
I hear the murmurs of waves,
Pictures from seafloor graves.
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You are the wondrous ways
And everything within it
To you my feelings play
Wherever it seems fit
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Give a peace of mind
Before time is blind
Never let it die
Though times are low and high
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I have dreamt of a circling way,
When winter in darkish mood plays;
The flowers had fallen to earth,
To regenerate seed's new birth.
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If you love me
let me know,
if you don't
then let me go.
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Times are on the go
from a summer flight,
soon there will be snow
in the coming night.
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