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It Is Just Like Yesterday
By Peter S. Quinn
It is just like yesterday when blossoms were blue
And memories were remote in the day
The basks in their blissful shades of the new
With laughter and tears in the summer’s play
Remarkable dreams not long endured in hours
Giving their peaceful arch from the very first
In the varied ways evening perfumed flowers
That love in its longing has always much thirst
Somewhere are now these hours flown to past
Fading in shade of their enjoyable age
Nothing will stand for the winter’s coming cold
Daydreams of the heart away it shall cast
Bring in each venture in its stabilized wage
And love songs of summer can not to dreams hold
(Inspired by Fourth by Anna Akhmatova)
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By Peter S. Quinn
It is just like yesterday when blossoms were blue
And memories were remote in the day
The basks in their blissful shades of the new
With laughter and tears in the summer’s play
Remarkable dreams not long endured in hours
Giving their peaceful arch from the very first
In the varied ways evening perfumed flowers
That love in its longing has always much thirst
Somewhere are now these hours flown to past
Fading in shade of their enjoyable age
Nothing will stand for the winter’s coming cold
Daydreams of the heart away it shall cast
Bring in each venture in its stabilized wage
And love songs of summer can not to dreams hold
(Inspired by Fourth by Anna Akhmatova)
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