what language do
they speak.
as they stand tall
in the storm,
yet gentle and meek,
what words are they
thinking,
when it is time for them
to go away.
their sweet eyeleaves
closing,
perhaps not
much to say.
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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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