Ferdinand L Quintos Poems

We work to live,
to live for what,
too few believe
is dim somewhat.
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Not just for the nonce
do we on earth live,
we all live but once,
so mind how we live.
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The poems tell,
each and or all,
a tale so well,
fiction and all.
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We always crab
this life is drab,
and blame the Lord
for all discord.
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Heavy each of my eyelids hangs
weighted down by Somnus's hands,
gentle wind now blows from Dreamland,
time to sleep is well at hand.
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When I turned to look at you again,
You were like a watercolor painting
Someone has left under the heavy rain,
Your colors bled and started dripping.
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I awoke as darkness
gave the night a kiss,
a reluctant goodbye
to yield the blue sky.
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We work to live,
to live for what,
too few believe
is dim somewhat.
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She touches my soul with the lightness
_of dew that caresses the roses,
Her smiles lend brilliance to the dawn
_that ushers in yet another morn,
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Stars trim their light,
Hurriedly beat a flee,
Early sunrays bright
Race with fervid glee,
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