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When Love is Calling
When love is calling in the summer air
And everything fits perfectly on
With their moments that never seem all gone
Because so much wonderful is still here
There is always magic of fresh kissing
Every day to our own small advance
In reaching dream to reality's truest chance
Before those moments again were missing
When a heart is so close up in its drift
Finding the thoughts to give away or take
For the summer is like a freshly new gift
With all the blossoms from seed to awake
In the never ending that is on showing
Before these times forever are going
Peter S. Quinn
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When Smoke Fills the Air
When smoke fills the air
With many shadowed faces
It unlaces its anger there
With lines to many places
To open doors and window
Of drifting clouds in sky
That will come and will go
In each their newly try
Like unanswered question
Each following its start
In every thoughtful section
Those in its room depart
And as it muses away
To give a smoke a line
There comes a night and day
With rain or sunshine
Just like in every life
Each make to their own
In realistic and to strife
That in mind's eye is known
With much colors and shade
Of gladness or sadness world
That time have truly made
And many fetches up whirled
Peter S. Quinn
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When the Day Is White
When the day is white
Full of clouds from above
Just new from old night
With its dream full of
And your heart is young
Filled with thoughts so free
In and easy going song
That without end shall be
A love song so fine
Full of its finesses air
Drifting through sunshine
From here to everywhere
I feel you are so close
In my heartbeat you'll stay
Until everything away goes
That you and I knew today
When day becomes eve
And the white sky to red
When our day thoughts leave
And night is here instead
When we go on sleeping
And travel so far beyond
Where angels' stars are keeping
Until it becomes dawned
*(A lyric made now to my song, When the Day Is White, at Garageband.com)
Peter S. Quinn
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When the Winter Is Done
When the winter is done
With its roses in frosty
And it goes on or is gone
Like fall's leaves rusty
I will be there to find
Once again the fresh
Thats in the soil behind
Each earth's new enmesh
We have come a long way
Through turning of tides
Meet dawn's drifting ray
In its lone glossy seen ride
Felt the upper point lowered
Inside stresses of our own
From the ivory towered
And from thereon grown
But it's time to turn back
With something quite different
Give tradition a new talk
From what ordinary is meant
But shall I accomplish this
Through the hours that drift
Perhaps it's only a mere wish
Those men wings can't uplift
Peter S. Quinn
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