share her lore.
generations and lives that
happened before.
no echo for her voice
as it is heard,
so much to give
now empty words.
heirlooms and memories
their last stop reached.
all she has learned,
no one to teach.
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- with wrinkled hands, she sings
- a hint of autumn
- the lion and the butterfly...for cecil from his pride
- lore lossed
- the gate that surrounds your heart
- what if the world was like a flower
- for cecil the lion and all the other cecils, past ...
- beauty, by beauty's shield
- by walls of yellow and green
- second look
- tendrils
- recharged
- the sun she blesses
- limbo rock
- mere kats
- shy mama
- bailar
- the reality of same
- we count
- we were all. once
- the inner path
- cacaphony of color
- there is silence now, warrior
- how do we measure love
- of worlds
- monarch-y
- the secret lives
- ponder
- our wings
- there is no magic wand
- we are of
- we watch over you
- sweet soft gentle
- feelingheartsalad
- ask
- two of a kindness
- when inner beauty beckons
- she hid
- monarch moon
- waves
- quietude
- as all
- growing up garage eagles
- pteribird
- are still we
- this world we live in...baby garage eagles
- floating
- her love
- zazzlefest
- pink blossom palace
- love lost in shadows
- green trees collected
- pink flower families
- closer still
- pinkflowerpretty1
- if time were measured on a flower face
- freedom
- if one wish to make
- how do we see
- clusters
- a look inside
- flying home
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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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