Uriah Hamilton


Little Brown-Haired Girl - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I’m a wayward flower
Who has abandoned
His safe garden
To wander down
The concrete streets
Of the city.

When I find
The girl I love,
I will place myself
In the flower vase
Of her heart.

I believe
In the enchanted perfume
Of the feminine,
I’m seeking to embrace
A woman’s soul
In the pink afternoon.

Everything about me
Is a serenade
On a summery day
With a gentle breeze blowing
Beneath a soft shade.

I will call
A little brown-haired girl
An amazing goddess
As a thousand bouquets
Laugh and whisper her name.

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  • (11/16/2007 11:55:00 PM)


    You are a master poet, Uriah. A thousand bouquets to you and your sweet verse. 'Pink afternoon' is perfect. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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