by Author Name Withheld 61

Created on: January 22, 2009

A memory of a thousand blinks, are like little winks that caress our minds,

until the blinks turn into stars from heaven, into our minds.

Come ,they call upon each of us to surrender to their call,

to have, and to hold, until they reach us all.

Give me a reason, give me a hope that tonight will hand me a handful of hope,

maybe by an angel, a husband, or a wife,will be the answer to peace upon my pillow..

The answer is sleep.

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