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 November 29, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Days of youth gone by as nightingale bids farewell
Posted on November 25, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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What is left at the end of your life, nothing
Posted on November 22, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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As the insistent blackbird cried There came a familiar voice He spoke to me and sighed You know this was a choice
Posted on November 21, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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creation of man first clay to last man standing
Posted on November 20, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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-By Linda Lee Lyberg man, merely a pawn
Posted on November 19, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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-By Linda Lee Lyberg As the rose languishes towards death, petals
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