the spoken word has many voices
each one reflecting, its speaker's choices
some speak loudly from the heart
some speak from a dark place
to tear apart.
some speak of hope
some speak of dreams
some cannot cope
some speak in screams
a whisper carries
a thousands shouts
listen to your heart
let the goodness out♥
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
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About Me
- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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