Thus I enter in a domain
Where I cannot restrain
This is my poem for a the challenge
I say what the painting in one look can getter
-Mama, can I go to sleep?,
There is someone I need to meet.
She has no name and she is small
She is my friend and kinda oddball
I named her Myra
And she is older then me.
She guides me in the city
Made from stars and dreams
We laugh and sing
And color everything too,
It is a magical place
Where you were too.
But something I don't quite understand,
Myra cries when she hears your name
She said you left, and never came back
Mommi...why did you left?
Thank you for reading this and many thanks to the colorful artist of the painting above https://steemit.com/@agneslaczo