Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Sadness suits you, telling your story by the candle’s quivering light drinking the fruit of the vine a cloak of panacea for the soul.
Almost 22 years ago, I married a wonderful man. At the time, I worked for a very large company based in Sweden. Anyone care to take a wild guess? It was my first week back from our honeymoon, and I had an important meeting… Continue Reading “The Meeting”
I am the restless ocean, you a tempest storm churning our waters into a whirlwind of wants plunging us into murky depths of desire where we linger, and soon surrender to that which our fates have conspired.
Come, walk with me and I’ll tell you a story of this verdant forest dark and deep for here is where the universe keeps hidden her secrets from the world where the willow dances over the cool gurgling stream.
To be a creative child once more dreaming of Rose the bright violet horse to skip and play, counting only to four hopscotching your way through life’s course.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg That which quenches A parched thirst Desolate hunger Lonely wanting An aching yearning
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