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Nature's Trilogy (From,134 Picture Poems)
nature's trilogy
abused victims
in deep red ashes
whose altar
is offering
these slain creatures
to reckless hands
and pain
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, These Summer Days
These summer days are coming to an end
And everything will return to its dark
The conduct colors with their lots of blend
That in beginning showed their different spark
So much is lost of gladness to the grief
When a splendor withers its sweetest hours
And darkness comes again with its believe
Of mystic ways - in falling autumn showers
These years are here to open up our eyes
Fill the prudent with charming hours of lust
For each footstep to be parted in disguise
That breather the air: fortunate and rust
Occasions are to treat from each trickle
For every sweet hour hurries their fickle
Peter S. Quinn
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Summer Summer (#2)
Summer summer to you
In weaving emotions
Endless colorings through
To tomorrow's oceans
Contrasting each striking day
Throughout the roads
Intimate outlining play
Till all the tinctures are bled
Thru the evening and day
Summer summer so true
In its shadings devotions
Always unmarked to renew
Leaves of withering erosions
Playful gardens in the allay
Roses yellow blood-red
Thru dance time and ballet
As the daytime's outspread
To each instant roundelay
Peter S. Quinn
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The blue flowers: Each Love Song Is Now Cold
The blue yellow flowers
For days of true giving
Through winter hours
Of darkish night living
When day is still unclear
In the winter timeless song
And we to dreams are near
When we new summer long
The blue of the far sky
Is our only looking glass
Before spring comes high
In with its fresh green grass
Each love song is now cold
On frosty roses window
With nothing there to unfold
But winters iridescent glow
Peter S. Quinn
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