But Still The Sweets Of River Comes

P Peter S. Quinn Peter S. Quinn
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Oh time is like the windy breeze Of many brooks and rivers The water curving that one sees And always freshly delivers Bells that ring between death and life And gives its hope in swinging For everything we must strife That is here worth in bringing Confusing times are all ahead With dreams that someone found Ringing bells and colors bled Where weed sprang all around For echoes through are in a bliss Of blanked thoughts that now's here It gave wisdom its last kiss By being the square of nowhere But still the sweets of river comes For nothing holds water away And with its tears chords strums The lights of the new dawn’s day The aliens’ spears will never hit True fire that comes to win There is still in the clouds wit That through these times will spin

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