Every Love
Every love be like darkish flower
That suddenly starts its growing to come
Pedals of laughter or seeking tears from
Any love that gives of its new hour
Sweetness that suddenly changes the earth
With spring seeds like the freshness of true love
Echoing through the sky from afar above
With everything close and the air worth
Steps to return in the light of new spring
When freshness will open the doors to life
In days of fragrance and brightest thing
And from under loam of the growing rife
Each love that's at ease from the hands of shade
And gladly with the threads of joy be made
By Peter S. Quinn
© 2008 Peter S. Quinn
(All rights reserved)
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