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Alone I Am Trying


A poem by Peter S. Quinn


Alone I am trying

To reach to a light,

For feelings are flying

And burning so bright.


Of thirsty hearts

Within searching souls,

It never departs

From all kinds of roles.


And reaches like water

That lives and then falls,

A continues starter

Of controversy calls.


From in my own thinking

Then gone like a blow,

Or a star that's blinking

Far out with a glow.


I know not its home

Nor its wind in the leaves,

But I hear just its roam

That stops here with briefs.




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Taken on November 2, 2006