Rising
Everything is going too easyTo be somewhat becoming true
Three must be so much more breezy
To be worthwhile to renew
Life is a field of passion
Running around to the deep
So much to live for in its initiation
Nothing for too long to keep
Rising trough forest of being
Trying to find each making
Seeing the days worth seeing
Love in the clouds of taking
Zephyr of the kindness in heart
Of everyone's departing hour
Those that never could start
Making the seeds from a flower
Everything is turning to old
Whispers in dark of the waves
Somewhere the passion from cold
Longings from distances craves
You and I dreams to be found
Somewhere in fields of tomorrow
Everything comes again around
Where we new steps can borrow
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2009-11-17 at 18:39
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