the gentle glow
soft scent of
remembrance.
cry the night
the light of day
too harsh to shoulder.
cry the arms of comfort
from wherever they fall.
they are the healing
of day.
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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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