Crossing
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Peter S. Quinn
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Our days are like water
Hollowing the stone
Ways of difference splatter
In these times alone
The wind of every playing
And escaping here through
Nowhere for long is staying
Always going to renew
Singing in whirling curving
Meeting the going by
Emotions of stilled steering
In clouds or a clear sky
Crossing of vanishing dreams
Emptiness going scatter
In to the times streams
Where nothing seems to matter
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