Pleasant Child
U Uriah Hamilton
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Pleasant Child
By Uriah Lee Hamilton
It's a jazz saxophone night
creating spontaneous blissful happiness
with the cool breeze swirling
some long forgotten memory
of her sacred smile.
Anymore, it takes a long time to fall in love,
hard to throw caution to the wind
for the miraculous hope
of an impossible dream
that could possibly redeem every previous sorrow.
The older I get, I'm still such a pleasant child
too innocent and naive to be mean and unkind,
still willing to forgive every heartbreak
and toss away every position of advantage
if it would give me one more chance to realize
a woman's true essence.
10: 18 PM 3-30-2021
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