In a world of pain, <br />Eyes weep more abundantly <br />Than an April rain. <br />I’m searching <br />For a geranium path <br />Where I can breathe perfume <br />And kiss her hand, <br />Find myself in awe <br />To touch her yellow skirt. <br /> <br />I wish we both had sunlight and coffee, <br />Apple pie from a city bakery, <br />And that we were smiling <br />Like we never smiled before.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touch-her-yellow-skirt/
