Lonely Dreams Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Lonely Dreams
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.
Your words like Marcel Marceau, wear white kid gloves and a clown's grace - eloquent, poignant and so poetic. love, Allie xxxx
Your words like Marcel Marceau, wear white kid gloves and a clown's grace - eloquent, poignant and so poetic. love, Allie xxxx
Your words like Marcel Marceau, wear white gloves and a clown's grace - eloquent, poignant and so poetic. love, Allie xxxx
Your words like Marcel Marceau, wear white gloves and a clown's grace - eloquent, poignant and so poetic. love, Allie xxxx
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The 'Lonely Dreams' of Uriah Hamilton produce memorable poems. Warm regards, Sandra