Feelings From The Inside Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Feelings From The Inside



Feelings from the inside
Through the motions go
Slowing down or abide
In their easy way on flow

Lines of hours gasping
Turning point in time
With their shallow grasping
In hours of molding prime

What is love inside of this?
In a world of reality
Nothing but a turning bliss
Feelings coming free

Within skies or empty place
Their going footsteps
That the knots will lace
After some broken precepts

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