The Flowers in the Meadow

The Flowers in the Meadow
Like strawberries earth
Falling whispers soft glow
Every looking’s in worth
Dreams of loves new spring
Night is there no more
Now in tunes they’ll sing
Openness spirits to adore

All the falling tune shading
To the night of a dream
In summer times up grading
Every coloring on a steam
Yesterday’s not enthralling
With each their efforts try
Because new time’s calling
Within open blue clouded sky

The flowers of my longings
Are in each these routes
Of new horizons awakenings
In the blooming breakouts
Every door is now opening
To wonderful garden of new
Tinctured up earth beckoning
Every color of its coming through
Peter S. Quinn

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