Wondering Ways
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Peter S. Quinn
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In the morning
when day is young,
I have a yearning
to sing a song.
For day's bright
coming so clear,
from under night
in light everywhere.
A day is here
to give its beauty,
to life and share
light's symphony.
Dreams we know
awake are high,
in shades and glow
on the blue sky.
In the night
after evening's glow,
we'll take a flight
to another go.
In timeless space
of beautiful dreams,
and splendid lays
of magic schemes.
And so it goes
all on and on,
in timeless glows
and dreams night fun.
In wondering ways
of fairy tales,
until a new day
again in sails...
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