Posted on December 8, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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As winter creeps within It whispers to her, sleep at last perchance to dream
Posted on December 8, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Sparrows hide in bush
Posted on December 8, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Amidst the deadfall
Posted on December 7, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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She walks with angels on a misty shore. The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it. As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting. At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking… Continue Reading “The Lake”
Posted on December 6, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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I am the willow You are the river I bend, I sway with the wind, I hang my majestic head and surround you Offering shelter when the world is falling down Baring my soul’s scars to your heart.
Posted on December 6, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Falling stars collide
Posted on December 5, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Hidden in those eyes
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