Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I remember you
In autumn when you shined
As a cool wind ruffled your hair
With the turquoise sky reflected in your eyes
Your melodic voice sang a ballad
Filled with crimson colors of changing leaves
While you strummed your battered guitar with ease
The epitome of a gentle soul at peace
You never knew, did you
The depth of my love
But perhaps now wherever
You are you do
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: April 2020 Days 11-15 LOVE
This is lovely. I can picture the science through your words and relate to the memory❣️🌹🙏
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Thank you!
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That was beautiful! Gave me chills.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, Linda. Wherever he is, I am certain he does.
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Thank you.
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This is so poignant. I especially love; “Your melodic voice sang a ballad/Filled with crimson colors of changing leaves.” 💝
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There is so much emotions in these words. Well done
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Gently beautiful.
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Thank you.
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I believe love is unstoppable….He knows
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Thank you Susie.
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So romantic and full of autumn colours, Linda!
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Thank you Kim.
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*sighhhh* How I love that ending. And, wonderful song as well.
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Thank you.
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Such beautiful writing
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Thank you.
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My pleasure
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Really loved this, Linda!! So moving!!
xoxo 💖😁
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