There is a God Somewhere
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Showing posts with label nuages. Show all posts
A Piece of Earth
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Come Dream like
a Cloud Above
By Peter S. Quinn
Come dream like a cloud above
Uplifting deep and its sunshine
So much of misty worthy of
In every faraway horizon line
Deep as the river is giving
From its watery stream going
Where every gleam is living
And from both sides flowing
A day that has come from deep
Just to bring you shine things
With hours and moments to keep
That with every enjoyment sings
Rain that comes to drip drop
Making freshness more clear
Giving its flow and its loop
In everything that's now near
Come dream in liking of July
Shift windblown grass like hair
Everyone’s fate there must lie
In completeness of emerging year
Where light touches soft earth
Never a fraction in icily fears
And blossoms of bright is worth
Each of the day ongoing careers
a Cloud Above
By Peter S. Quinn
Come dream like a cloud above
Uplifting deep and its sunshine
So much of misty worthy of
In every faraway horizon line
Deep as the river is giving
From its watery stream going
Where every gleam is living
And from both sides flowing
A day that has come from deep
Just to bring you shine things
With hours and moments to keep
That with every enjoyment sings
Rain that comes to drip drop
Making freshness more clear
Giving its flow and its loop
In everything that's now near
Come dream in liking of July
Shift windblown grass like hair
Everyone’s fate there must lie
In completeness of emerging year
Where light touches soft earth
Never a fraction in icily fears
And blossoms of bright is worth
Each of the day ongoing careers
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Landscapes
By Peter S. Quinn
My search is through
Time and space,
To moments
They don't belong;
Each search has threads
To new ways,
Like a never
Ending song.
Thoughts wander
To clouds I see,
Drifting off from
Fields of view;
I have landscapes
Within me,
That I'm sending
Out to you.
By Peter S. Quinn
My search is through
Time and space,
To moments
They don't belong;
Each search has threads
To new ways,
Like a never
Ending song.
Thoughts wander
To clouds I see,
Drifting off from
Fields of view;
I have landscapes
Within me,
That I'm sending
Out to you.
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