The Mingling Arms Of Darkness Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The mingling arms of darkness that comes
With seeds to increase the colors of gray
While hours are awaiting for new years day
In weather coldness - that rises and hums
Streets without names where we will be going
When futures come and bring their begin
For travelers of thoughts to settlers in
And give us again knowledge in knowing

Each day that's left or has fallen asleep
Into the dreams of forgetfulness on
Filled with adeptly swollen recollections
With memories we have of thoughts to keep
And filled with hopes when darkness is gone
Will be shown in hearts - for new connections

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