Peter S. Quinn - While the Hours Rush In

From time to the next time, there will grow love
While the hours rush in to be quite happy
Like drifting hazy curves from above
In their moments go, quietly and snappy
There shall certainly be some beauty too
That make us see something we wish to keep
From sky above high and faraway blue
All those longitude of distances deep

So much pleasure to come and meet the eyes
Full of wonderment for us to adore
With a glimpse in the evening surprise
That we want more of it and always more
Each fantasy afar shall make us glad
If we for a minute have become little sad

Peter S. Quinn

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