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The New – To Come
I'll be the mask
Of inside free
To each coming task
That becomes me
Tincturing the shade
Of springtime come
The earthly made
Of rainbows from
The world is to seek
Conquer and outlay
Sky stroke and its streak
Of a coming day
Gone with the breeze
That was once new
Life is but its glees
And unlucky to view
I'll be new while
And difference to eyes
The concrete tile
To dreamy skies
Each beam to spring
That glowing on long
For I shall sing
My heart to earth song
poem
by
Peter S. Quinn
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