Magical Essence
I cannot sleep at midnight
Listening to the summer breeze,
I want to walk with you
Down along the hypnotic river
Bathed in moonlight,
Your hair on naked shoulders
Makes me cry.
Do not be displeased
With my obsession
For your magical essence.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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