Miles

Miles, may people own,
of beauty and gold on the moon.
but the sweetest and precious most,
to ever be known,
are words that fall, to her tune.

I think I know a souvenir,
but what better to keep,
that thoughts of her,
under my pillw, before I sleep.

and then wish my dreams,
work where I fail.
to tell what she semms,
with her essence on my trail.

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