Real Soul Of Divinity - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
After a midnight rooftop song
In the slow and comforting rain,
The dirty city is so charmingly haunted
Beside your wet summer hair
Swaying as sweetly as a flag.
Later in the black night,
We wave down a yellow cab
And instruct the driver
To move gently along avenues
Littered with turned over trash cans
And tortured saints of addiction.
I'm relieved to unburden my crestfallen heart
With a fellow human being
Just trying to slide through existence
Without hurting anyone
Or losing her real soul of divinity.
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