Truest Truths
Posted on March 7, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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This then is my truest of truths:
I miss you in my waking hours
when night is gone and morning comes
for then there are no magical dreams
to which I may once more succumb.
I miss you as the coldest of spring rain
falls upon my tarnished grey soul
wishing it would wash away this pain
to fill my loss and make me whole.
I miss you, so there it’s been said
this then is my truest of truths
there will be dreary dark days ahead
as my lonely heart does its best to soothe.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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This is great.
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Thank you!
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That’s great.
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🙏🏻🌹💛😊
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👻☺🤗💐🌷🌹
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Lovely! 💙
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Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.
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Loved this poem, it made me ache for you! and maybe for me too, Best wishes and blessings, Charles.
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