The Harp Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The Harp



With its puzzles of windows
The Harp plays on
Adagios and allegros
- Sounds polygon

With the drifting ocean
There nearby
Eve colors emotions
In the dark sky

Flowing red-yellow
Days of going
Into tomorrow's airflow
Mirrors showing

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