of prose not purple
florid in its lack
of eloquence
of meter and or
cadence
in depth and substance
of shadows and moonlight
through which the sun
breaks
Monday, July 30, 2018
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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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