Uriah Hamilton - Lonely Dreams
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2014-11-07
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I meditate achingly
Her delicate lips
Slowly sipping
Elegant imported wine.
In lonely dreams,
I weep at night
Wishing my hands
Were upon her hips.
Lovely flowers
Blossom in the afternoon;
But while I linger
Unable to see her,
Nothing can make me happy.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-dreams/
Her delicate lips
Slowly sipping
Elegant imported wine.
In lonely dreams,
I weep at night
Wishing my hands
Were upon her hips.
Lovely flowers
Blossom in the afternoon;
But while I linger
Unable to see her,
Nothing can make me happy.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-dreams/
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