Peter S. Quinn
#2 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn
Mists of clouds are everywhere,
Dust from wheels of time.
I long for you and still care,
Brawl has passed its prime.
The mirror shows me your face,
Even though you aren't here.
I remember your caring ways,
You are to me always dear.
Nothing leads to emptiness,
What will others say?
Let’s start our love again fresh,
Make blue sky out of grey.
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