Consumed Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Consumed



Smile in the art gallery,
brush your hair by the river,
let your flower pattern dress
sway in the soft sunlight of afternoon.

If you’re walking on city streets
or reading poetry in your room,
it's all a portrayal of beauty
that leaves me lost and so consumed.

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