When you blink,
I wish to not fall off like eyelashes do
so innocently.
I'd rather float on by like a leaf
caressing and rocking the surface
of a stream before sinking.
I've had these dreams...
If there's ever a tomorrow morning,
I think I'd reach behind me
to make sure it wasn't just pretend.
To entertain the skies in your eyes
and not miss a cloud go by.
~Tina Meeks
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