Mira my only friend
what have become of you ?
you gone too long
and I grew older
waiting for your moon
Mira my only flower
what have become of you ?
your company too strong
and I grew fond
loving your bloom
Mira my gentle world
what have become of you ?
my words' inspiration
I would have listed them all
aesthetic boon of my heart
Mira my humming bird
what have become of you ?
you soft to the marrow
and I grew infatuated
by the wind of your wings
Mira my heart's jubilation
what have become of you ?
you shine to the soul
I grew enlightened by you
Mira my endless sea.
By aurumium
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