Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Surrender is not a stormy cloud that gives in to its grief nor is it the rainbow that floods the sky with promise Surrender is the letting go, of what you expect to see, and living in the moment, allowing it to be
As the insistent blackbird cried There came a familiar voice He spoke to me and sighed You know this was a choice
Metamorphosis -Linda Lee Lyberg No chains to hold her, no schedule to keep No longer bound by incessant need
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