What will you say...
A heart disturbed in the deepness of blue
Feelings like leaves withering there on
Never again its green foliage to renew
Name of unnamed - lonely and faraway
Gentleness of dreams and displays to keep
All that has met its past and gone today
Inside your solitude and far in its deep
Yesterdays in its many instances
Beckons of the heart in its reddish blanches
Wings that were flying in incandescence of air
Bringing the distances nearer and free
Those that were of night and sometimes blare
All that was to seek in its eternity
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2010-11-01 at 01:11
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To Autumn
What will you say now that your time's almost done?A heart disturbed in the deepness of blue
Feelings like leaves withering there on
Never again its green foliage to renew
Name of unnamed - lonely and faraway
Gentleness of dreams and displays to keep
All that has met its past and gone today
Inside your solitude and far in its deep
Yesterdays in its many instances
Beckons of the heart in its reddish blanches
Wings that were flying in incandescence of air
Bringing the distances nearer and free
Those that were of night and sometimes blare
All that was to seek in its eternity
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2010-11-01 at 01:11
Tags Sonnet  Autumn  Song 
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