#33 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54 Numbers’) Poem by Peter S. Quinn
#33 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54 Numbers’)
I'm summertime to your heart,
Don't take our love all apart;
Drifting clouds and we depart,
Grow your seeds with care.
Forests of souls can not park,
Hound dogs of past to them bark;
Gone are sweet tunes of the lark,
Heartbreaks I can't bear.
Rivers of love gone and lost,
Our affection almost at frost;
Feelings inside all out tossed,
Heart's stones inside here.
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