#32 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54 Numbers’) Poem by Peter S. Quinn
#32 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54 Numbers’)
Yesterday my feelings went,
To extinction and relent;
Or any special kind of bent,
For I was truthful.
Like a flower in the night,
Only shadows no sunlight;
Love had lost its final flight,
Our love's unfruitful.
Turning ways and turning tides,
Upside's wrong and downside's right;
Though we don't figure out quite,
Forgetfulness is cruel.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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