Peter S. Quinn Poems

a cloud to touch
from stars beyond

long heaven
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Rain your heart with its inside soft tissues
The stimulus of the thoughts that from there fly
Every hour of the weaving dark dripping issues
Into the earth and up to the very high
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I draw something
and shape again
finding in hands
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Love is like a kiss to bleak loneliness
Feeling of emotions running through to give
Following that track to be born and live
Each of your daybreak of closest caress
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Astral plays
in misty rays
and fills the chariot
with light
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age and desire
eternally on

love's magnanimous
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The roses
of your words

morning blooms
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Falling promises
softly they ceased

ever-erosive
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Autumn's tomorrow,
Summer was a while ago
- Footsteps in the glow.
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Today’s
weaving the now
serene and free
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