his heart hangs on her every
breath.
her sleeplife fitful,
almost never deep,
as she floats
closer to death.
she watches him,
his face in sweet repose.
when the hours pass
that she cannot doze.
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| soulmates eternal |
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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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