voluptuous expectations,
filled with fantasy and dreams
tempered by the personae of those
within the heartlines
and what lies within
those
hearts.
unfilled.
changing.
growing.
dying.
safe together
in their world
but not safe
from the world,
around them.
walls crumbling under
the weight
unresolved and unhealing.
reality, with its harsh, hurtful
tentacles.
still reaching for the warm
caresses from what
we wish is
love's sun.
Monday, February 9, 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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