Her energy soars
When the stars start appearing
They glisten and shine-
But closed are her blinds
Head on her pink pillow
Eyes bright with adventure
Mind darting right and left
Yet something’s bereft
Suddenly she sits
Up straight as a stick
Images flashing
How he was dashing
How could this be,
Love for a stranger?
Figment of her mind
No longer is she blind
Her first inspiration
A moment of truth
Creative juices flowing
She has to keep going
Key after key
She types with a fire
Angelina and Cory
It’s the perfect story
She cries with joy
Seeing the reason
Why she loves the night
She lives, to discover her light
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