the world is really a scary place,
the little girl sighed, her hands
over her face.
it moves too fast, it gets dark.
it gets loud.
then those silences again,
feeling like a shroud.
those moments when she
stands frozen in fear.
unable to run
crying get me away
from here.
those lulls between the
tangled
knots and twirls,
where she almost feels
like a normal little
girl.
Monday, April 15, 2013
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- 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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