Glass Of Wine Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Glass Of Wine
The picture of you
Upon the wall is askew
And slanted
But I still love your face.
My life is fading dream
And dissipating fantasy,
But I still wonder
What it would be like
To kiss your lips.
I understand fragility:
I’m a glass of wine
Sitting precariously
At the edge of the table.
love it Uriah! Oh to taste the wine of love before it spills huh? Smiling at you, Tai
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8/24/2026 5:35:43 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Great write Uriah and the last line is so memorable. Thanks.