a dream,
lost in the haze
of anger and
hatred.
searching for a space
between those who
remember it,
and those who
who do not,
nor care to do
so.
a dream born
from a heart
filled with love
and hope.
believing in the
divine spirit
of man.
if we, too, believe
we can find his lost
dream
and live that
which he died
for.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
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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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