tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36695377131206132632012-02-16T06:12:51.649-08:00Peter S. Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669537713120613263.post-232696031169476182007-01-31T20:17:00.000-08:002007-01-31T20:26:32.408-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RcFqHRFzxuI/AAAAAAAAABA/GLjy4vNkCbg/s1600-h/Through+Winter+Nights.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RcFqHRFzxuI/AAAAAAAAABA/GLjy4vNkCbg/s320/Through+Winter+Nights.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026415332201580258" /></a><br /><br />Through winter nights<br />Our footsteps come and leave<br />The darkish dim lights<br />All our gladness and grieve<br />We come and we go<br />With our purposes in mind<br />Through the frost and the snow<br />Leave our findings behind<br /><br />All is done but never lost<br />In turning around each its best<br />There is sunshine there is frost<br />Giving a flow and a rest<br />You and I nearly the same<br />Walking ways clouds drifting<br />All is here in each name<br />Giving our promises and lifting<br /><br />Through each contrast mood<br />We must all move along<br />Every sentence path obtrude<br />Beats of the weak and strong<br />Where a heart touches and gives<br />Every string that sings inside<br />And eternally with love lives<br />To be its beacon and a guide<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3669537713120613263-23269603116947618?l=some-fake-sheets-for-february-2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Peter S. Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314noreply@blogger.com0