Poetry, musings, images, visual art, reflections on love and life.
I dream of being home
and loving the sky,
the anonymous neighbor,
the community garden.
Of being right where I
need to be to feel
at home.
© Karen Joyce
June 11, 2021
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Rising up from a place not seen, heard or loved. A real melting in the dark, in the falling rain ☔ ...
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