Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I am the willow You are the river I bend, I sway with the wind, I hang my majestic head and surround you Offering shelter when the world is falling down Baring my soul’s scars to your heart.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Sitting on the edge of my life And watching and waiting Searching for some little sign I’m hoping and praying That he’ll come along And take me away
-By Linda Lee Lyberg That which quenches A parched thirst Desolate hunger Lonely wanting An aching yearning
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Faith is the sun high in the sky Warming my face, making me smile
Mourning Scars -Linda Lee Lyberg Will sorrow be not denied as it flows like water in a bitter cold mountain stream?
Outcast -Linda Lee Lyberg Lovely white and black pigeon Born distinct from a genetic defect Outcast from the common flock
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