both far and near.
maybe it is just rain.
i hear this sound
as it dances on the ground.
maybe it is just rain.
words heard,
unspoken.
the song of hearts
broken.
maybe it is
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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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