Peter S. Quinn

The Little Poem Of Nothing - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The mountain was at top in my garden
In its blue faraway,
I was looking for a rose
In its hillside

The clouds were drifting to my soul
With a blank empty space,
Of a vapor desire
When I found an open door

Every day is young and faraway
In its beginning dream,
As it comes to clear yesterday
Of its going conclusion

Come here and stay for nothing
To bring your knowledge on,
The time is again like leaves
Of a new summer coming

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  • rajagopal haran (4/5/2008 9:15:00 AM)

    nothing brings solace to the reader Peter...enjoyed reading (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 5, 2008

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