Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Metamorphosis -Linda Lee Lyberg No chains to hold her, no schedule to keep No longer bound by incessant need
The Reaper -Linda Lee Lyberg Every moment we lose someone We learn the meaning of sympathy How grief will hurt and leave us undone But in it’s place grows sweet empathy.
Day’s Rage -Linda Lee Lyberg Divine day rages against dark night As a fiery sun hangs low in the sky Sacred light will not run from the fight Though Mother moon is looming nigh
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