Song for Mina

For the Twenty-Fifth, came a gift
From the Morning Towers to

The Salt of the Gleaming Sea

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Just five hands too late

Did havoc create, for poor Mina

No Dina, not she

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A sweet, autumn flower

Effusive, a tower of unrequited

Potential, in reserve

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In shuttered moonlight

In my rented room, a delight
Each night, eager Mina does serve