I Met Serenity

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Really a peaceful place, a natural gift.

I shot this picture near Spa in Belgium.



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All The Dreams Faraway


By Peter S. Quinn


All the dreams faraway,

They are always with me;

Like new morning day,

That comes just to be.

My heart is inside close,

With feelings some blue;

It stings like a torn rose,

When love turns untrue.


The night is coming clear,

Giving its shadows fall;

Oh close is now and near,

A day in the dark's call.

Where lies my road now,

With all the dreams to be;

Thoughts are still aglow,

For my envisions to see.


My wings shall fly soon,

Into the darkest dust;

In this life's afternoon,

I once gave all my trust.

Oh fly my peace to thee,

Spring has given and fall;

If this must be then be,

I'll take the peaceful call.




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

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