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Where the Wind Is Breezing
Flowers are all gone now
In to summer's lost
Darkish mood and brow
To the oblivion tossed
Where the wind is breezing
Somewhere at the shore
Daydreams gone freezing
Nothing is there more
What the tide has given
Now in night is gone
No more of its magic liven
Only new futures on
Peter S. Quinn
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Wherever My Heart Is Tonight (vii)
Wherever my heart is to night
I hope it will lie there still
For stars are burning so bright
Giving me hope to fulfill
When lone one day I become
I will remember this all
These yearnings then to me hum
Another day again in fall
Wherever my heart is to night
It won't be lonesome or blue
You are my only searching light
All that I see is just you
When lone one day I become
I will remember this all
These old chords back to me strum
Songs that my heart did recall
Peter S. Quinn
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Who Is This Lady in the Rain?
Who is this lady in the rain?
Always like a shadow
Walking to somewhere in drain
Because she must go
Is she a lover of someone?
Around the next street
Someone whom might be gone
When she comes in her wet feet
Love is never easy going
Always there's complicated fact
With every step showing
Some on to a lost tract
Yesterday were much of clouds
Of every its coming hour
Among the lonely crowds
In the gloomy coldness shower
Who is this lady so lonely?
Just like a shadow in mist
If I could know her only
That would resolve that twist
No one is there around
Only the footsteps echoing
Will there be some love found
While the winter breeze's blowing
Peter S. Quinn
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Why - haiku
I was once like you
Touching the earth with my hands
- loving just to be
Peter S. Quinn
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