Blanching Blossoms Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Blanching Blossoms Dreams



Times are coming and going
For the days and nights gone
Flowers of memories glowing
In the thoughts that live on

Blanching blossoms dreams flown
Endlessly to a cloudy sky
Breeze through the trees has blown
For these times to say goodbye

Colored ways to evening wasted
For the months to come
Pleasures that autumn has tasted
Look now dim and numb

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