poem of mood


Oh My Mood

Summertime is through,
Like everything that goes away;
Into the dark and blue,
Somber is the winter day.
I'm in mood of loneliness,
Past is so precious and dear;
Flowers that once were fresh,
Aren't now nowhere near.

Give me a moment to fly,
And forget how it's dark;
Only dawn's freshly sky,
Is still giving its spark.
Where has the warmth gone to,
Why are the clouds so gray?
Loneliness in me and you,
To our hearts now will play.

I will wait for spring,
To see the morning clear;
Let my soul again sing,
With the colors everywhere.
I will dream and I will long,
Through this coldness - dull,
Give back a happier song,
When summer anew is full.




Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2006-10-21 at 20:03

Tags Poem  Mood  Mind 

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Zoya Zaidi
Fly,fly and soar high,
Dream and dispel the dark!
For Spring will soon come,
Winter will soon depart...

Welcome to the bay dear Peter.

Love,
Zoya
2006-10-21