Once Sprightly Lady
U Uriah Hamilton
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Once Sprightly Lady
By Uriah Lee Hamilton
Perhaps, love is a late autumn tree,
lonely and barren of leaves.
That last touch in the night
in the empty room consoled by candlelight
was like a desperate dream drifting away
in the waking dawn.
There were words we spoke
that we thought laughter would follow
but there were only tears.
The once sprightly lady
has vanished from my life
and maybe existence.
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