Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Why was she spared in those bewitching hours before the dawning new day? What did God see that made him pause And shield her with protective grace?
At the broken window while tears slide down her face she wonders how she came to be in this dreadful place At the broken window while the world keeps spinning on Her life has fallen around her with the coming of… Continue Reading “At The Broken Window”
And thus by fate I’m empowered, Living an humble life pondering The glorious splendor of the flower As under the moonlight I’m sauntering.
My spirit name is Crystal Blue count on me to lighten your day I am a coyote of a different color hue I’ll teach you a lesson with my play.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg As I savor with eyes closed I’m swept into a flowered meadow Warm skies above, cool grass below And distant cawing of playful crows
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