our feathery soft
vulnerabilities,
behind branches
and brambles,
lost to the sweet
and the sorrows.
experiential filters
do not discern,
so all is left,
unopened.
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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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