from my heart to the paper
the pencils and brush
some tears were falling
love never dies.
on angel wings,
sweet pteribird flies
as magic mikey
holds on tight.
as days slowly unfold
into the night.
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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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