Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is Another Song (From, Myspace) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every day is another song
With its ways and emotion
Some of love and so young
In its timeless time ocean
Every love has somewhere been
In its vent and true thought
So much feeling it has seen
What it is and what it ought

Circling joins through the ways
Something of life to tell
Each times stamp in its haze
Like a cloud that cannot dwell
Going on here still to live
From the day it comes to form
In every course done to give
Where its bedim once swarm

Fortunate ways leap of fate
Some to find and to place
Rising sail through the grate
In its varied many ways
Find the dream that surround
In their distance and nearby
Every day is here still bound
In its beginning to make its tie

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 27, 2008



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