Windows Of Time..

Poem By Peter S. Quinn

Windows of time
How much you know
Days young and prime
Before they, all go
Life is so much
What time gives you
Each of its touch
Coming here through

Rainbows of days
Colors so fine
All shade that plays
In the sunshine
All that is love
Dreams that come true
Like sunshine above
A part of you

Night and days
In all our lives
The shades and grays
And all-time dives
All that is you
Come to give
Getting here through
Loving and live!

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