a sound at all.
does anyone answer
when peace calls.
does peace reach out
to deafened ears.
is war all that we will
see here.
how loud the sound
when peace is finally
heard.
a resounding sigh
of relief,
without a
word.
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- behind these windows and towers made by man
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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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