Voices of Solitude

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Through the Wind’s Trance

 

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

 

Here are the lost waves

Reaching to the shore

With the invisible craves

With what each man is for

Rasping the sands time sea

From nocturnal struggle

Forever in the night to be

As a performing obstacle

 

Penetrating every silence

From lost indistinct rise

Through the wind's trance

The hidden - in its disguise

Innumerable bizarre so pure

The seeds from buried earth

That to the people will lure

To give their missing - its birth

 

Hear the voice of the land

That chooses roots to be born

Invincible waves to understand

Between each contrasts it's torn

Circulating the current song

From numerous convey of hope

To struggle and rises so strong

Of succeeding newborn zest lope

 

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The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn

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