Fresh bloom is off this soul whose colors have begun to fade Advertisements
Oh Lord, my soul does weep for sweet relief from yesterday’s bitter sorrow for I know that on the wind more will come with dawn’s cold tomorrow.
DARLING, love me forever and I will do the same fill our nights with passion burning the eternal flames.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Days of untamed youth oblivious innocence
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Moonbeams break ebon sky, beckoning to my heart
-By Linda Lee Lyberg As gloaming shadows fell Across his threadbare sleeve There are times better remembered In blurred moments of rending grief.
In her reflections Vestiges of hopeful youth World opening up Deep lines surround piercing eyes Chiseled stone lips once playful