Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
-By Linda Lee Lyberg At my open window I sit and write As white butterflies waltz in mid-air Some say a symbol of souls alight I bow my head and kneel in prayer
-By Linda Lee Lyberg She heard boards creak behind And dared not turn around For if she did she may find Herself facing Hell’s hound.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg They leapt into the pool, clinging to one another As the world around them burned and blazed They floated, tried not to drown or smother In the bitter ash and smoke filled haze.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Would that death catch me unaware cloaked in black darkness of eternal night.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Azrail is a charlatan pleading beseeching your soul to drink leaving you weak and bleeding close to the precarious brink.
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