Rainy Sunday Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Rainy Sunday



It's just a rainy Sunday
dreams like rainy flow;
early in its way,
everywhere I go.
Love is in the air
like blossoms of spring,
I'd love to have you here
while I in my heart sing.

Times will come and go
like the dreams gone,
life is but a glow
to live and carry on.
Nothing is for sure
it's just like it is,
what is this all then for
if it is just bliss.

It's just a rainy Sunday
with moments to give,
so much in time's way
that we can not revive.
Love is in the air
with daydreams beautiful,
blossoms everywhere
in colors bright and full.

Thursday, April 15, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: rain,love
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