oh dust me yes
with softest rain
those moments,
sweet
which keep us sane.
those little seconds
the hours they seem
though never mentioned
that feel like
a
dream.
Friday, May 5, 2017
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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
2 comments:
Hi my dear, thank you for the beatiful flower and your poem ๐๐๐
We've been apart but I never forget you, you are always in my heart ๐
Very busy and very tired.
Love ๐๐๐
hi fatima...thank you so much for your friendship and beautiful heart and words!
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