Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Fill my bared vessel with your fresh wine with reverence, I moan please, please me delight me with this gift from the divine for you’ve found my passionate love key.
She dreams in bright mosaic hues of her phantasmic earthbound soul prisms of dancing rainbows to amuse exposing emotions, an attempt to cajole.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg That which quenches A parched thirst Desolate hunger Lonely wanting An aching yearning
The villagers scream Run, be sorely afraid! Though not a charming beast to hold and love When knights heft their mighty steel blades She peers into his eyes, sees the soul of a dove
-By Linda Lee Lyberg I am a rock you cannot break Made of soft flesh and stone I am strong and will not forsake My thoughts and desires, my own
-By Linda Lee Lyberg That which quenches A parched thirst Desolate hunger Lonely wanting An aching yearning
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