There is a reason to give and to go
All of the temptations of every each
The fingers that smoothly feeling will teach
And give every touch their intimate first glow
Every reason beyond in the new flow
That comes like an echo of clouds breeze blow
The roots of the morning that to your reach
Colors your ways and some shades bleach
Little words sending into the found heart
Like flames that do flicker before they're lost
Each the gusting on flowing with their rampart
The memories twisted inside and tossed
Each the future of hope that comes here still
Moments of luck the hours thereon fulfill

Peter S. Quinn

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