Dream Of Supple Blossoms Poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dream Of Supple Blossoms
Dream of supple blossoms,
Oh my heart still remembers
- the delight with you.
Only wishing stars,
can show me now the way back
- to you lost in time.
Oh dear memories,
when I listen to music
- we are together.
On this lonely road,
I still hear the voice of summer
- oh how I long you.
Time does not stand still,
life goes and becomes of earth
- for spring to blossom.
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